"You might think that you've finally caught up to me," he spoke, his voice laced with venom, "but right when you think you're finally a step ahead of me, I'll be right behind you."His voice was thunderous, echoing throughout the dark and narrow hallway that Rowan was roaming in. An unpleasant emotion induced inside of her, as she heard the clicks of his footsteps reaching closer.
"I don't know why you even bother trying to run," She could just imagine his vile and wicked grin, as he continued to speak.
A disturbing feeling swept over her, and put her in deep unease as he whispered, "You know I'll always find you."
She let out a cry of despair, as she thumped the wall with her fists. She couldn't see anything, this whole building was pitch-black. How can she escape him if she can't even see where she's going?
"But that's just it, my sweet Rowan," he spoke as though he had read her mind, and when he does speak, he brings a sheer of terror through her.
The terror, the fear-- it's what carries her away. It's as if she had been swept up by a tornado. Spinning around and around in circles, surrounded by chaos and madness.
It's what causes her to act paranoid, as if she's out of her mind. It makes her feel as though she's being suffocated. Smothered. As if she's being sucked into the bottom of the most darkest and most terrifying ocean. And in that moment of terror, she is unable to breathe.
"No matter how hard you try, you cannot, and will not escape me!" he bellows, his voice throbbing in her ears. She can hear the sounds of his ragged and heavy breathing as the authority is luminous in his voice. She's almost sure that she can sense the movement of his body shaking.
She freezes on her spot. She felt like a deer caught in headlights. The silence is deafening.
He lets out a menacing laugh, because Clyde and Rowan both know he is right. They are both aware of how he is playing her like she is a pawn in his own little chess game.
"But just for my own amusement," he continues, and as soon as she heard the sound of his voice, she finally finds the durability to shuffle her feet across the smooth and plastered floor.
And in seconds, those slothful and slow shuffles, turned into quick and abrupt paces. Her anxiety is fleeing through the roof and her heart is crashing against her rib cage so hard that she's almost sure that Clyde is capable of hearing it.
"Run darlin', I wanna hear you scream for me." The sound of his voice rings in her head, like a thousand church bells.
And so she did scream. A blood-curdling one in fact, as he suddenly appeared right in front of her. And he is undeniably and unquestionably beautiful. But it is the madness and cruelty in him, controlling him--which makes him dangerous and deadly.
She tried helping him, but trying wasn't enough. He brought this upon himself, she repeated again and again. She began to chant those five words to herself, over and over again.
He brought this upon himself.
He brought this upon himself.
He brought this upon-
She shut her eyes in agony at her failed attempt to convince herself that he was the one at fault.
But wasn't he? She didn't know what to think anymore. How did things get so complicated?
A huge part of her knew, that Clyde could be completely wonderful. But he was careless-that's what he was. He slowly lead himself walking straight into a hellhole and didn't even realize until it was too late.
If it was too late then why does she even bother trying to help him? Because she loves him. Her feelings were unmistakable and unforgiving. An immense part of her wanted to so desperately believe that her Clyde was still in there somewhere. That he hasn't completely vanished. And if he is still there, than she will stop at nothing to get him back. Despite all he's done, he's the one person that she can never give up on. Ever.
And she knew that it was stupid and pathetic of her for trying to make right of his wrongs, but deep down she can't help but have undying hope that in the end, things will go back to the beginning.
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The Depths of Insanity
FantasyLand of the Forsaken. The waste land which consists of those lost souls who made it to neither Heaven or Hell. We call them, the Forsaken. Meet Rowan Haydar. She would perceive herself to be what she thinks is a normal twenty-three year old. Except...