Year 4028

A dead girl hangs in front of me.

Not just any girl. But my only friend Laura. Her toes are curled up, her lifeless fingers lacing her noose which hung from the artificial tree. Her skin was paler than usual and her colorless lips half parted. Her glassy eyes were bulging out of her sockets, staring up into nothingness. Her green spicky hair was ruffled and looked like a bird's nest. Her overall position depicted her struggle during her last stage before dying. It was nothing like what they showed in the movies. It was nothing like those straight, silent hanging corpses they showed. Reality was different. It was like a cold stone. Very often a mirror image of concealed horror or pain inside. I could almost hear her scream. Her strangled voice begging for mercy. Her last breathes.

The city at this time is quite and deserted. Hardly any noise can be heard. Even the air stood silent and stagnant. As if the time was frozen. The only noise I can hear is my own heart beats. One two three....I was counting them. I lost the count at three hundred fifty something. I can't move. I want to move my fingers and touch her for the last time. But I can't. I am afraid. Afraid that I won't find the warm soothing touch that always calmed me. Afraid that her hands wouldn't reach out to wipe my tears when I cried. For I am sure I will cry if I touch her. I will break down when I take another step. I stand a yard away from her. I dare not to take another step forward. Instead I run away like a coward. I had always been a coward.

My foot steps echoes through the empty city. The lifeless image floats infront of my eyes, involuntarily. I scream. It comes out as a high pitched, strained sound. It sounds alien to my own ears. I did not have to look around to see where I was going. My feet automatically took me to the only place I want to be in.

The mechnical birds around me chirped enthusiastically, sensing my presence. Their merry voice penetrating through the silence.

The silver glistening moon light falls on the tall sleek buildings all around me, illuminating the city, and falling on the cooling machines and self helping shops. A wagon comes from the other side, making a soft swishing sound. The road looks like a silver tract, empty and devoid of any living being.The huge banners on the either side of me show the same thing. The same old story. History.

The metal steps clatter beneath my feet as I scramble up the stairs. I wringle my feet out of the shoes and in my haste, the shoes are thrown in different directions. But I was too occupied to care.

The marble floor feels cold beneath my feet. I did not have to look around to see the beauty of the temple. The tall building, wrought out of milky white marble upon a high platform. Its beams and pillars artisticly decorated with elaborate twisted-twined pattern. Its high, carved ceilling from where the lights hung, illuminating the place. In the center, however, stood the statue of the goddess in simple dress, in contrast to the embellish decors of the temple. The goddess wore a simple, white toga with a long plain skirt, ending in a trail behind her, her hands hung loosely on her either side, the right hand holding a scroll and the left holding a short dragger. Her long hair was let loose and a delicate, silver, twisted crown rested upon her curls. Her sharp beautiful features were brightened by a radiant smile.

I fall down at her feet. Throwing my arms around the cold statue, I let go the tears I was holding back. And to the cold white statue, I pour my heart out.

I remembered the days I had first met Laura. I had found her cowering behind a bush, hiding from the guards. She had not been able to get out of the gates on time as all the people of lower Tas should do. She was terrified when I found her. She probably thought I would punish her. It took some time to convince her that all I wanted was to befriend her. But eventually we became friends. It was a strange friendship between us. It was ofcourse, against the rules. And that is what strengthened our bonds. I liked her because she was my only friend. But I never told her who I actually was. I was afraid she would run away like the others. Treat me like others do. But I should have told her. Then maybe she would have been still alive. But no. I had to be selfish.

But she had been a true friend. She never asked who I was. She was the only friend I had. Tommorow it will be on the news. They will present this as a suicide. But I knew what it really was. Murder.

More tears filled my eyes. I felt my breath shorten and my chest tightened. I tried to suck in breath. Crying too much never did well to me. I chocked, coughed and my stomach lurched, sending my breakfast on the floor.

I sit still for a moment. The statue stands still, unresponsive. My despair turned into anger.

"How can you simply stand and see? How could you do nothing about it?" My voice is hoarse from all the crying.

"You are supposed to help me! You are a goddess. Can you not see the injustice done?" I scream.

The statue still stood there. Unresponsive and immovable. What else did I expect? It was just a motionless stone.

I turn away from the statue, my fingers reaching for my handkerchief in my pocket. I notice that my hands are trembling. I rub my face with a handkerchief. A vain effort. I am sure anyone can see and tell I have been crying.

The sound of the bells fill the silent air. The same toneless ringing sound.

It is time.

I turn around to leave. Every step I take is like a betrayal.

I have to go and face the one who killed my best friend.

I have to face my father.

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