Deathless World

Chapter 1

I woke up with an orange-lit trying to pass through the gap between my drapery pair of curtain dangling just a few inches above the sliding door down to the floor. I knew from the horizon where the light was, it's nearly going to be a real morning with sun on head up high. I get, as always, the chance to see how the world starts, and not how it ends. So it gives you the information to where direction my room was facing. I smiled with my lip walled against each other, forming a line that somehow curved up to my cheeks at both two edges. I was neither happy nor sad. I am trying to make the new day more fun without even intriguing myself why it has to be a 'new day' when I haven't
saw how yesterday was ended.

I dawled to my side, shifting my weight all to my right shoulder and now facing the only day I saw ended, and wish it never would; My Family. It ended just like that. So fast that will only take a blink of an eye to end, or not even to compete how speedy it was. I can't define how great it was at speed, but I know only your fingers can produce it, and only a cold-blooded murder can bear it.

I felt the most familiar pain running to my stomach up to my chest. I suck air as much as I can, feeling of not being able to ever breath again. The pain throbs, but yet still there. I don't know if it is only my mind creates the ache or it is really what my inside feels.

The feeling of wanting to run away urges my feet to escape from this horrific place where they jailed me exactly 9 years from now. They told me I'm safe with them, but I suspect them for being such a great actors and actresses of lying. They must've mastered the beautiful art of it and until now they're using it to me. I should have known it and shall resisting it, but I feel worst than an amputee who lost one of his leg. I don't think I can even breath, so how will I survive?

I'm an ill itself that once has a cure, but it got lost in a haze and never ever to bring it back to mend me whenever I'm destroyed. I wonder why it happenned? And why they hadn't had the chance to blow my head up into a burst of blood with some part of my brain stuck out of my head?

I squeezes my eyes tight close. I tried to stop my eyes from sweating again because it is not like it was just yesterday, so I should have understood it by now. I clung tighter to my sheets, digging my nails deep into them. The sudden jolt of pain inside my chest sents electric shock to my spins and soon all over my body and by that, I felt the butterflies get activated on my stomach and strong pains starts lingering through my nerves once again.

A thud, from the knuckles or heel of a hand when it met my door twice, echoed inside my white painted and unlighted empty room. And a voice said, "Hazel..." he called me out.

I stayed still; like a stone laying still. Two more knocks before the door finally sent a click to roar smoothly.

That footsteps... that footsteps that always come closer to me just to mess my whole day.

I feel his presence standing just a few inch away from me and was about to shake me on my shoulder, like he used to ever since then.

"Don't you ever lay any of your fingers on my skin, or you'll seriously get blown down with that gun on your holster and I'll let you know how the bullets tastes like" I brought up the right corner of my lips; playing a smirk as I squinted my eyes out to catch him on my sight.

He slid his right hand down to his holster and get his gun out of it. He wrapped his right hand tightly around the handle and an index finger on the trigger as he aimed it into my head.

"What if I squeezed the trigger and blow your mind instead of you blowing mine?" He said trying so sound like he's menacing me. Like as if he'll scare the shit out of me. I'm not even afraid of death, So why would I be coward over feeling the cold metal edge of his gun right into my forehead ?