THE PRIME MINISTER

The country was in chaos. The prime minister had met with a brutal accident. People wept day and night. The widespread despair was going out of control for the officials taking charge in the place of the prime minister.

It had not been even a week, schools were shut down, colleges were destroyed, malls were burnt, and cars were destroyed. Fires broke out in gas stations. Ambulances ran from the north to south, east to west.

It was not just because of the accident. It was because the opposition party trying to gain control of the democracy. Articles flew all around the country guessing if it was the opposition party responsible for the accident.

"The police were provided with details where the at-fault driver allegedly stayed. The hotel belongs to them. Police suspect the hand of them in our noble Prime Minister's accident. What do you have to say?"

Reporters shoved the mics to the faces of the public letting them wail and accuse the opposition party. It had become international news by then with a lot of the foreigners flooding in and a lot of the natives immigrating.

The police officials in favor of the Prime minister or the ones accusing the opposition party were fired from their jobs and new officials were put in their place.

People were going bankrupt in no time when the prices of goods and fuel increased. Mothers cried all night not able to console her hungry children, father's hurt not being able to give them proper shelter.

Citizens went crazy when the taxes were increased. There was no mercy in the state. Even the moon would hide behind the clouds trying to escape the dark shadows of sorrow that cast upon the country. It was pitiful how people begged on the roads.

If someone was found with the slogan or flag of the ruling party, they were mercilessly beaten up. If someone raised their voice against the opposition party they were sentenced to jail. The national committees came together to fight against the opposition party and its dictatorship.

"We will have to bring them down, or all of them will die," one of the oldest and wisest members of the committee advised. It was true, if they didn't stop the opposition party then they would all be ruined. All the members voted against the opposition party in the Parliament. But before they knew they flew up into ashes. The ancestral building where the Parliament meetings were held religiously was no more.

Leaders of the nation, activists, judges, lawyers, ministers everyone were killed in it. The mighty flag stand that stood in the center of the building fell off the height. It fell for the ground, covered in soot and ashes. All of them could feel how much it resembled their future.

Terror stricken, citizens began firing public places. The opposition party faced the wrath of the people. Unfortunately their partners, children and families were dragged into the protest.

The opposition party resolved to seek the help of landlords of agricultural lands. Taking money from them in huge loads, they started torturing their tenants and peasants couldn't tolerate it. According to reports three families in the west, committed suicide. Still the darker side was yet to be known.

A country peaceful till now, was in utter disaster. The prime minister who led the people through thick and thin, made the best decisions for them and lived up to their expectations was put to sleep, comatosed.

The stocks of their markets went down, small entrepreneurs were losing their jobs. Daily wage workers were suspended from jobs because their employer couldn't afford all of them. Exports went up as the opposition party took control of the ports and shipping. The imports went less because people could not afford it. But the privileged class had the benefit of making an alliance with the opposition party and negotiating with them.