Living Nightmare | m.y.g (angst/smut)

chapter 1 - freed

2016, CANADA

"Later at seven, sundown," Kate whispers to me as I take the darkness of the pavement back to my room. I just went out from the President's room, I am given a syringe that I didn't know what the content is, but then made me pass out. I didn't know what happened there by the time I was dozed off, all I can remember is that someone's stroking my head the moment I was about to open my eyes when the drug's effect was probably leaving my body.

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2016, 5:45 PM

"Aren't you wondering whom your parents are?"

I am lying on my bed when Kate enters my room and begins dropping an unexpected question. I look at her with feeble expression, I can only give her a silent response because I am still under the repercussion of the drug. The effect wouldn't stop yet as I try retrieving my strength back, it's too strong for my tolerance and my head cannot stop the bothersome pulsation the center part of my head is giving me.

"I don't have any idea, Kate. The only memory my mind can conjure is the images of the people I see here everyday." I clarify, disbelief and hunger for their identity is precisely evident in my voice. She let out a soft sigh, looking uncontented and preoccupied at the same time.

"I need you to find yourself, Nicole. Find your family, no matter how dangerous it looks." She pats my shoulder gently, I nod and smile to acknowledge her agitated condition.

"Thank you, Kate. If only I could get a chance to, I will." I give her a determined reply. That is what I really wanted to do in the first place, to get my own life back and to take back the kind of life that is stolen for me to live.

She takes a short peek at the door and senses any movement from the other part of it. When she is feeling safe after a thorough scanning of the background, her hand crawls from behind her pocket and reveals from what looks like a pill at the back of it to offer it to me.

"What is this?" I inquire. "Is this a pain killer? Because I really needed one at the moment. The pain in my head wouldn't just stop torturing me." I give out an unintentional whine.

"Not really, but that does make you gain your strength back, temporarily." She offers me an already opened bottle of water she brought with her and I proceed to swallow the pill she gave beforehand.

"Nicole, you have to escape tonight." Kate demands in a hell-bent determination.

How it firmly sounds to her mouth gives me a little hope in my chest as I realize it, but next to that thought is a passing state of discouragement that currently battles the little hope I have only borrowed from my imagination. "But I don't know how to do it, I don't think I have a perfect mind to execute it or better yet, a strength to do it. I don't think this body can measure up to another determined persona my mind makes me." I voice out my worry.

A few minutes later, my head feels free from a heavy weight.

She shakes her head at the growing impatience in her emotion. "This is the only time I see to perfectly execute this plan, Nicole. It's either now or never for you. And if you act like that, nothing's ever really going to happen." Kate says in the most frustrating way she could say it. She is so determined at launching this escapade without even paying a painstaking accuracy to the detail.

"I know, believe me, I really want to escape this dungeon and finally get myself an awesome tea cup party." I say, intentionally throwing sarcasm at the creature who manages my destiny.

She looks at me with a smile tugging at the small frame of her lips, impatience is nowhere to be found in her expression and is replaced by a divine courage. I am amazed at how a small kind gesture can give life to a deteriorating hope, it allows me a couple terrific urges to get through a bridge without being afraid to see what's on the other side of it, whether be good or danger awaits me.