UTOPIA ✔

Chapter 1 - Desolate

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O' child, I hear your cries. I feel your pain. I'm hurt just like you. I can sense your sorrow and hate. I feed on that. My existence is that of a void. I will always be with you. I will always be around you. I will always be inside you. The only thing you have to do is call my name, my child. I'll come. Say YES and I'll grant your wish because that's what I am. For you and for others, I am what you call DARKNESS – the voice spoke to that child crying for help.

A child's helpless scream resonated into million pieces. His voice was painful to hear. So painful. No one could ignore such a cry and the pain which was revolving around him, like a tornado, engulfing him. The people around him could hear him screaming, banging the door, but they didn't move. They looked at him like they were some broken and emotionless toys.

'He's in there. Please stop him. Please... Don't let him hit her anymore' the boy pleaded, but nothing changed. He looked back at them, but couldn't see their faces, as if they never existed, as if they were not really there. They looked like shadows in his eyes. Powerless shadows smiling wickedly.

The shadows slowly moved towards the door and tried to break it down. In that chaos, they heard that child's painful screams, 'Please hurry... Don't let him hit her anymore. Please...stop it. Please...'

They broke down the door and he hurriedly got through them. He sprinted towards the room and knelt down beside her body. He placed her head on his lap, brushed her hair off of her face and tried to wake her up, but all he felt was her cold body, 'Please wake up... Wake up... Wake up...' he sobbed 'Please...' His eyes darkened – Yes my child. That's how it should be. Hate. Hate more and call my name. Call me and I'll come. Unlike others I will never abandon you. Call my name child – 'NO!' the child shook his head. 'I don't need you' he muttered.

The voice disappeared. All that was left was pain. His eyes were expressionless. His brows furrowed. His reflective gaze searched that man's face standing near her body. His brows furrowed further. He looked up in that man's eyes. The man stepped back a little.

The boy looked back at her cold face and whispered slowly, 'I promise I'll kill him so please, wake up, wake up...'

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'...Wake up... Hey wake up... Can you hear me? Hey...' a voice called. It wasn't clear, like some broken radio that kept playing something. Something indistinct and repetitive.

The man lying down woke with a start and immediately began coughing. He blinked repeatedly, but his vision didn't clear. His head felt dizzy and he could still hear that indistinct voice inside his head, 'Please wake up... Wake up... Wake up...' it screamed. He couldn't move and when he tried, his body screamed in pain.

He motioned his hand on his head and grunted. Something wet trickled down the side of his face and into his mouth, blood. The wound was on the side of his head, just above his left eye. It wasn't deep, but enough to make him sit still.

He was still recovering from the anesthesia. He licked his dry lips and forced himself to calm. He saw someone in front of him. That person was blurry, faceless – You're not dreaming – the voice told him. He tried to adjust, but the pain and exhaustion made him unconscious.

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He woke up a few hours later. He rubbed his eyes and blinked repeatedly. His vision seemed to clear, slowly. The pain was still there and the voice had stopped. 'The voice? What?' his mind wandered. He motioned his hand and felt a soft dressing around his head.