His True Kingdom

Chapter One - You're Prologue:

And again, you were woken up by your annoying phone going off at 5 am in the morning. You abruptly rose from your bed and ran to it in a flash to shut the alarm off. You'd always set it in your desk and not anywhere close to you, so that you'd "have" to get up to turn it off. Smart. It was the only way you wouldn't go back to sleep. As if that swift girl wasn't you, you started heading out of your room to the bathroom with resentment. Almost walking like a zombie towards the door, a strange feeling conquered your chest. It was another day—yet it was the very same day you'd been living over and over in the last year. Ever since the events of New York, nothing would be the same. Your boyfriend, well, now your ex-boyfriend, was one of the many who were killed in the alien invasion. There, every time you looked in the mirror you'd see him. It never mattered how skilfully you'd hidden his belongings, nothing was to pry him out of your mind. Guilt was silently passing through your blood and destroying your essence. At least that's the best you could describe it. You sighed deeply and had a series of flashbacks.

You remembered. About a month before the event of the invasion unfolded, you broke up with him. Rather he did. You were with him for about four years and you thought you'd end up spending the rest of your life with him—always dreaming of having children and leading a simple, happy life. You had an unusually bright and cheerful moment as the past was more animated in your mind. You had a little smile on your face for a split second.

"The most precious memories are now the most vicious monsters haunting me" you thought to yourself.

Losing complete hope for tracing your former self back, you knew you were past denial now. You knew that you made mistakes for you to end up this way and so did he. You were only sixteen when you fell in love with him. You never loved anyone, any being, as much as you loved this boy. Yet, the boy left you relatively easy when he discovered that there was more to this world than you. You always knew what was out there and never wanted to leave him. That was the difference between you two, your love was not returned like you wanted it to be.

Now, you'd never know if he were to change his mind with time or not. If you'd maybe made a move instead of waiting for him, he might have been alive right now. With a high and almost sublime expression, you let the cold water run. You washed your face and left the bathroom without gazing upon yourself again.

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Whenever you felt down, you'd have the craziest ideas of escape. This time, it felt as if you were to actually "go" for one of those crazy ideas. You had your breakfast on your desk and stared at the medals and trophies hung on the shelf across your tiny room.

In recognition of ____(y/n),

"Student of the Year".

A sudden urge intruded your mind to grab your medals and throw them out the window. You quickly shook off the melancholy like dust. You were a very smart girl, perhaps the best in any school you'd ever go to and you were already admitted to the ____(y/du) University. You were so bright, full of talent; your trophies were the proof. But they only meant to be solemn decorations for you and you'd always look at your imperfections. Blinded by your solitude and endless heartache, your life dissolved like salt in water after his death. You let him become the reason for your existence. Now he was gone therefore there was nothing left for you. Why would you go on without him? No one else could make you feel the way he did. They would all be the same. They'd all betray you because if "he" could do it then anyone would. Your heart would never be put back in the same place he found it. You were a broken vase. One thought was leading to another and wrapping you up in a deeper mess. You shook yourself off. Finally, you decided to drive to a highway... any highway you could think of that was elevated from the ground.

You were to drive and fly off of it.