DESOLATION

PROLOGUE

I am standing in the middle of the room. I don't remember how I came here or with whom. I don't even know where HE is right now. I had dozed off in my thoughts after the brutal kiss we shared when I said 'I do'.

There is no one in this room with me except the dreading silence. I don't know why they have left me here in this room alone but at this moment I don't need anyone near me either. I look around me. The big spacious room suddenly feels like a big cage. A cage that is well decorated.

The walls, the roof, and even the bed is decorated with Camellia flowers, the flowers which are my favorite. I chuckle at the irony of my situation. He knows what I like to the extent that he considered decorating the room with my favorite flowers but he does not want to acknowledge the fact that I hate him the most in this world and I never wanted to marry him. The whole floor is covered with them.

My attention moves from the floor towards the floor-length mirror placed in one corner of the room. I look towards the mirror. It feels like it is pulling me towards it. I take slow steps towards it. The dress and the heels are making it hard for me to walk straight. I just realized the pain that my elegant heels are causing me. I take them off my feet and throw them in one corner of the room.

I look at myself in the mirror. I am wearing a very beautiful expensive white wedding dress. I look so beautiful, just like a queen. His words suddenly rang in my ear, "On our wedding, you would look no less than a queen. A queen made for a king like me".

A dark smile covers my lips when the memory of that day comes to my mind. I still cannot believe that from where I got the courage to say the words which I said to him that day. I had said, "A queen captured by a beast like you". After that what happened next is not worth remembering because it did not end well for me.

I still cannot believe that I am married. It all feels like a horrible dream but it is not. This is reality and now I am married to the cruel Irish Mafia leader.

I look towards the mirror again and find my mother standing behind me. A gasp of shock escaped my lips and I quickly turned to look behind me but there was no one in the room except me. She cannot be here. I know it because she is dead. I sigh and look back in the mirror. My eyes become wide. She is still standing there. I think I am hallucinating. The wedding and everything must have taken a toll on me.

I know it is not reality but still, I am drawn towards it. I forward my and it touches the cold mirror. A cruel smile appears on her face.

"I did not raise you to be a coward, Inez. You are a coward who could not fight for herself." She said with pure hatred. This brings tears to my life. She had always been like this with me when she was alive. Her words used to cause me pain back then and still her words are causing me pain.

I don't know why something in my mind tells me to justify myself, to prove to her that I am not a coward. I try to speak despite the tears that are continuously flowing down my cheeks. "I-I tired but... I could not... I could not do anything." I tell her while crying. She shakes her head and looks at me with hatred.

"You had everything in your hands. You have disappointed me." She said cruelly. This brought more tears to my eyes.

"No, No. I tried to stop it." This time I say it loudly and with conviction. She always does this. She always makes me feel guilty but today there is no fault of mine.

"No, you did not." She said back angrily. I close my eyes and put my hands on my ears because I don't want to listen to her.

"You are a disgrace." I have put my hands on my ears but I can still hear her.

"No, please". I beg her to stop crying.

"How can you get married happily when your sister is barely alive." Her voice keeps ringing in my ears. I tried to block it but to no avail.

"I am innocent. I DID NOT MARRY HIM HAPPILY." I shout and in the fit of moment pull the mirror down causing it to fall on the floor. It crashes into small pieces and a loud sound resonates inside the room. I loudly cry.

"I married him just for Evelyn. I could not let her die." I say desperately as I fall on the floor. I cry my heart out at my misery.

I look up and can still see my mom in one big piece of broken mirror. Unable to control my anger, I pick it with both hands and smash it against the wall. The glass pierces my skin making me cry out in pain but this pain is better than seeing her face.

I try to numb the pain but to no avail. This causes more tears to rush down my eyes. I look at my bloodied hands. Why did this happen to me? Why did I hurt myself? The red blood from my hands is dripping down on the white petals of the camellia flower. The petals of my favorite flower are getting red with my blood. I look down at my dress. It is ruined. Some blood has fallen on it too.

I walk towards the other side of the room and sit down on the floor. I cry my heart out. Pain is all I am feeling inside out.

Suddenly I hear the door being opened and then there is the sound of heavy footsteps. Someone has entered the room. After a moment of silence, I hear a dark chuckle and that causes my heartbeat to increase. I can recognize his voice even when I am dead. My hands become cold, a shudder of fear runs down my spine. Terror cripples up in my veins and my heart constricts with fear. He is here and he will not like any of this.

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