TTapping soles of converse hitting the white marble floor.
Her heavy breathing was reverberating down the soulless hallway.
As the harsh sounds of metal shackles announcing an escaped convict was on the loose.
Kyda ran with no sense of direction.
Turn after turn...
There was no result from all her efforts.
She was like a mouse trapped in a maze, looking for the imaginary cheese. Being tortured by the slightest hope of an escape.
"SHE HERE, I CAN HEAR HER!" a guard ululated with annoyance, present in his tone. They clearly had enough of her and her troubles, like her mother.
But she continued to run.
She didn't know what she wanted.
Go home?
Her brain says yes but her chest is acing to refute her brain answer.
She wanted to be with Saif.
But it seemed like Saif had replaced her with an older, taller, fairer, bold women.
Her only goal was to get out of here in one piece.
To bring Ali with her...
...questioning if she even could leave without a scratch on her if she went back for him.
All her mind-twisting boggling thoughts kept her pre-occupied from where her feet were taking her.
Without warning, her head struck into something solid, however, not solid enough to crack her skull.
Maybe that would have been the greatest option for her.
Her force caused her to repel, making her to fumble down to the floor. Her world was spinning into chaos but it's not much of a difference to what it was before.
Without any efforts to get up.
She laid there in exhaustion.
As she allows her head to flop to the side as she stared out to the orange, pinkish sunset, over the sea.
She gives up.
Her heartbeat was like the sounds of thunder, trying to bounce out of her rib cage.
She attempted to recuperate the energy she had left in her body. But the motivation she had left was nearly attainable. She felt a shadow covering the pathetic state she was suffering in.
"Why does everything go wrong for me?" she whimpered out.
There was a moment of tranquil.
Sounds of waves crashing onto the shore.
Exotic birds singing their tune.
The weight of tension was being lifted off her body.
As if her body was giving up.
As if a cloud was carrying her up to paradises...
...leaving all her troubles in the world behide.
Wait...
Was she actually being lifted up?
She felt a hand on her back as she was being lifted.
Her body was pressed against something hard, yet warm.
Her eyes shot open to witness herself to being carried in a bridal manner.
But did not dare to look up.
YOU ARE READING
The Lost Dynasty
Roman d'amourA young muslim lady, born and raised in the land named England with her bloodline originating from Kashmir. It would be considered a blessing to have two completely different worlds in the palm of her hands. But not for Kyda. ~ Aunties gossiping ~ U...
