re-establishment

Everything is destroyed

People like me should be in grave.

I absolutely loathe the idea of living.

'Love is gonna get you killed, but pride is gonna be the death.'

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"No, I don't know." I stared intensely at Adam. My new cell mate Adam. The military guy Adam. The guy who is current thrown into the asylum Adam.

Adam's brown eyes flicked with a black stain. Something dark. An eerie feeling is creeping through him.

"Cecily..." Adam bite his lower lips, "Don't freak out." He mumbled, his voice so low that I barely heard him but I did. I heard him.

"The world is destroyed." Adam's words fill my head and suppress through my veins and bleed through my heart.

I slowly nodded my head and continued staring at Adam.

Are people out there dead? Are my parents alive? Are the Royals who stood up in the elections that time won?

Goosebumps flood throughout my body but there was something else... thrill.

"Cecily? Do you want to hear more?" Adam carefully place the words in front of me, as if expecting me to pick them up.

I nodded again.

"The Royals took over the world after the world was destroyed by the natural activities. The grasses scattered to ashes, people's bodies were disposed, sky became black, tress fell down, buildings shattered apart, breathing became hard and people had to do anything to survive." Adam continued, "The Royals had to take over the world to find peace again and for that, they have to restart everything."

Restart everything?

I feel my brain burning and my heart clenching.

The mailman used to come to my house every week at 8 A.M.

He used to tell me that I'm special, but when I told my mother the same thing, she stabbed my leg and locked me in the basement till I was recovered.

She never touched me.

"Cecily?" Adam's word bring me back out my head and I trembled but quickly combined my brain cells and nodded for him to continue.

"The Royals are now destroying every single language, every single artifact, every books, records, names and many more things just to re-establish them. They have promised to re-serve everything." Adam stretched his arms and stood up from the ground.

I stared at him as I tried to process things. Everything is getting destroyed.

It feels like spiders are crawling up my body, my heart beat has increased and a weird feeling of horror shoves me into the dark part of my memories.

'You killed my daughter! You're a monster! Kill her! Somebody, please kill her!'  The words bleeds in my head and then drips down my sanity. The world disappears beneath my feet and I'm again in the dark room. Strapped.

I'll take your place inside you.

There's no one left to find you.

Built without purpose.

Burn the page, my little dark age.

I think that I screamed, I must have screamed but my mouth is closed, my chest is heaving and my throat is closed.

Fingers touch my arm but the hand are covered with gloves. Rough hard gloves.

Pump
Pump
Pump...

Someone is giving me a CPR.

Are you gonna hurt me?

Suddenly, I opened my eyes and dense rays filled my visions.

Adjusting to the tight, I bring my hand to my head and try to feel my skin, my face.

Everything is normal.

Finally i adjust to the light and saw a white ceiling on top. A luxurious ceiling and then there's a chandelier on top.

This is definitely not the asylum cell.

Where am I?

I quickly sat back up, my eyes were widened and my face was flushed red with thrill.

A blonde guy stood in front of my bed, wearing surgical gloves and a military outfit but this one is upgraded with lots and lots of badges, ironed properly and his hairs were styled.

The blonde guy with grey eyes, pale skin, clean shaved, sharp jawline and a perfectly symmetrical face.

I must have seen him before.

There was name badge on his chest. Konig Warren.

"Hello, Cecily." Warren's deep British voice takes my attention but I am still finding for a familiar face.

Many soldiers stand behind Warren with their head down and body stiff.

I again look at Warren, "Who are you?" My statement was careful, a threat even, but still the horror rips through my throat.

Warren's Adam apple goes up and then down before he shoves his hands into his military pant pockets and stared deep into me, as if he can sense everything about me.

"I'm the leader of sector 1." His voice creates a cloud in my head but I quickly blow it off, "You were having seizures so we had to move you here."

I look around the room. I was lying on a luxurious bed with white sheets and there was a table and a mirror in the room, then there was a lamp on the table.

Sector 1.

Am I finally out of the asylum? Am I finally into the real world? The world which is now destroyed according to Adam.

Adam. Where is Adam?

"Where is Adam?" I tilt my head to the side to take a better look at the soldiers behind Warren.

Warren just stare at me. A light glint in his eyes, but he says nothing.

"I asked you something!" I yelled this time, loosing my patience.

"Cecily..." Warren whispered with a dangerous edge, "I want you to work for me. Work with me. You and I can rule the world." An edge of nothingness in his eyes and voice even, before it's again swallowed.