Adrik
When I claimed her, that was it. I made her mine and betrayed her. She longed for a story that wasn't mine to narrate, so I did the only thing a man like me would-I sent her back. Little did I know the secret she was keeping. The worst of all...
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I am running in an endless field of pure darkness with no end to this recurring madness. I turn left and right, stopping at the intersection of a new path, not knowing whether I'm going the right way or the wrong way.
There aren't any right ways in this maze but the exit hole I entered. It's been what—hours? As I said, it's a recurring madness of crying, sweating, hyperventilating and screaming for my life. I believe that life will be over as soon as the creature chasing me sets his monstrous hands on me.
My knees are begging me to give up running. My sliced flesh over bone is dripping blood into my shoes, and even that slows me. The souls of my shoes do nothing to prevent the sharp pebbles from stabbing in to puncture holes into my feet.
When will it stop?
I need to rest because I'm tired of fighting. I can't find an escape, and the beast is laughing, getting closer and closer.
Then I screamed a blood-curdling scream because it caught me.
I jolted awake, sweating profusely and gripping green sheets. Green sheets?
My head swerved left, then right, ignoring the pounding headache. My hand flew to my head as I drank the room with squinted eyes. They travelled from the green curtains and chairs to the flowery wallpapers, then to the navy dress table and the vases of lilacs scattered around the room. Even the bedding was of lime silk to match the scenery.
Where was I?
I yanked the sheets off my legs and caught my reflection in the mirror.
Nothing made sense. I got off the bed and walked to my reflection as if it were an active bomb about to deteriorate with the wrong footing. The carpet warmed my feet as I curled my toes into the softness.
I touched my cheeks when I got to the mirror as if I'd never seen myself before. The truth was, I didn't believe I was here, in this room and unharmed.
The white dress hugging my body remained pure white with no stains of blood, dirt or the aftermaths of a kidnapping. The bun atop my head was still in place except for the tendrils that fell over my face. No broken bones, no busted lip, even my arm felt alright where I vividly remember a needle piercing my flesh.
We were supposed to go on a date when I got attacked; no, someone didn't strike me because I didn't fight. I didn't fight for us because it would have been fruitless. I hope Adrik understood that.
I needed to find out where I was and search for the man I loved, but how could I when I didn't know anything?— Make it stop.
Nothing sounded right right now. I ran to the thick curtains and pushed them aside; Cypress trees lined the roads leaving this place. There were no gates, and men were blending into the greenery; some east, west and some blending with the barks of the trees.
I furrowed my brows at the olive, orange and apple trees in full bloom. The skies were orange and the clouds purple, and my heart sank when the church bells rang in the distance.
