What If Our Life Threads Bind?

Chapter 1.

In a box, a treasure is shut by a God's wish

Its a gift, not for the owners- mortals alone, yet a mortal made of wet soil will be brought to life...

she will be curious. And, as she will flit near and far, prettiness won't stay forever shut in the jar

She will take the opportunity to take a look at what pleased her heart more, 

And out will come a power that we won't ever be rid of, 

for what death, herself had hidden there in the jar.

The voice fades into the haze of my mind with an emergence of a slight irritation from being shaken up from my sleep. I groan, shifting to find a comfortable position in the car seat with my eyes still scrunched up close.

I can't believe this is happening.

A year back from now, I had every intention to get into the NYU and pursuing my career in English Literature, becoming an author of some best-selling psychology thriller, I have always dreamed I'd be. Unfortunately, like the bitch that my life is...it always turns some shit down at the right moment.

Its a month now after our final school results came out. A small frown appears as I remember myself back in that day panicking about not getting admission in NYU.

"You can't get into NYU without studying, Martha." Lila, my elder sister had  victoriously mocked me. I shrugged, straining my eyes into the laptop for any chances of me getting in NYU. Of course, I can't.

"Hey, there's a college you sure can apply for.," Lila had said and I had jumped, waiting for her to finish. "This." She tapped the name on the screen.

"Oh no." I laughed. "You have got to be kidding me. I am not going to The University Of Manchester. It is one of the most underrated universities in the UK. There's no way I'm going there! Everyone's gonna make fun of me. It's just a ten-minute walk away distance from here."

"Exactly my point. You wouldn't have to leave for college early in the morning. You can come back early. You obviously don't have to go across the globe for learning something you can learn in a university like that of Manchester's." Lila smiled devilishly as the laughter died in my throat. God, I hated her that moment.

"Chloe..." I looked at my eldest sister with a horrified face. "She's kidding right. I don't want to go there."

Chloe smiled at me sweetly and left the room. I looked back at Lila whose smile had now turned into a wide grin.

"No no no." I shook my head frantically. "I'm not going to the University Of Manchester. No way."

My chain of thoughts comes to an abrupt stop just in time when Lila pulls over, jerking me forward in my seat. I let out a groan as I climb out of my black mustang and squint my gaze at the black signboard hanging in front of the sienna sandy coloured brick-wall  building which reads 'The University Of Manchester' in big bold golden letters.

"Yeah. This is happening." I murmur to myself.

"Ready?" Lila looks at me and I nod, letting out an audible huff.

I gait my way through the vast pathway covered with trees on both sides. The slow murmurs of adolescents are getting louder and clearer as every step I take towards a red building which seems to be the office building where they consider applications for admissions.

The place is dimly lit. The lights are out if I am not wrong. I look around and observe only a dim tube light blinking after every two seconds, on the opposite wall. A ping from my mobile makes me look at my phone.