The Kings Spawn | ✔︎

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"What do you think happens at the end?"

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The layout resembled a concrete block, rectangular and void of paint, From the back seat of the car I was currently sitting in Belarius looked anything but children friendly and I don't know why I'd ever thought otherwise. I bite down to stop the slight shiver in my lips, my movements had been jerky for a while now and my fingers shook uncontrollably, a feeling I could only describe as fear. I didn't want to believe that I was mortified of leaving the familiarity of Belarius but the pang in my heart expressed otherwise.

The departure was a sudden one, one I hadn't fully processed yet. I'll be fine. I reassured myself, I was just feeling this way because I hadn't had an inkling of where or who I was being shipped off to, a dilemma I was currently experiencing because nobody felt the need to inform me.

Now I'm sure that was illegal.

"Anything you'd like to play on the radio, It's going to be a long drive." The elderly man speaks, his head tilted to get a better hear.

"Anything's fine." I answer.

"Well I hope you like cheesy pop." He says. shuffling in a box of cds. "Because I do."

I nod, sending him a small smile through the rear view mirror. I wasn't sure if he had caught it but I turn regardless, gazing out the window. The scenery was bland, tarmac roads and shrubs as far as my eyes could take me.

Its time baby, played in the background, a song I was familiar with and currently bobbing my head to. The song itself was carefree and felt like a summer breeze in the middle of a crowd. It wasn't the song that had been the problem, it was more or less me.

What was going on with me.

I lower my head as I feel hot tears puddle in my eyes, when had I gone so soft that songs were making me cry, irrefutably happy ones at that.

I could admit that ever since my mother's death I hadn't been in my right head. I didn't want to believe it, but it was true. Her dreadful face, her voice, and even in her death she didn't make it a virtue to leave me. She was always there, in nightmares and hallucinations.

But I knew I didn't miss her, she wasn't someone I could long for after all that, if anything she was better off dead, away from humanity.

She had been a monster.

So why was I sobbing uncontrollably in the back seat of a small revertible heading to god knows where.

"Are you okay?" The old man asks in a panic, quickly parking the car by the side of the road.

"I-I'm just feeling under the weather." I lie through my teeth, harsh hiccups interrupting my every word.

He grabs a couple of tissues, one two many but I wasn't complaining, I blow my nose nodding my head in thanks, "It's fine I hope you feel better." He says starting the car once again, he seemed a bit skeptical but I couldn't blame him, I didn't know a lot of people myself that broke down in sobs because they had a cold, and trust me I was starting to hate myself for coming up with such an unconventional lie.

"I've also had my fair share of coughs and sneezes," He says breaking the abhorred silence. His eyes land on me, he wore an expression, one that was ragged and sorrowful. It was a face that had seen it all. And for some reason I had a suspicion we weren't taking about coughs or sneezes anymore.

"You take whatever you have to and you get right back up." He explained, he's eyes glued on the road.

"But I can't." The words were spoken in a whisper, so meek and afraid I didn't recognise it as my own.