They Live with You

Chapter one: Hannah ~editing~

TRIGGER WARNING: TOPICS OF DRUG ADDICTIONS AND SUICIDE ARE MENTIONED!

Chapter one: Hannah

It was my fault he died, and I will not feel guilty about it. You probably think I'm an awful person now, but I don't care. All I can say is he did not deserve death. He deserved rebirth.

It's worse to live again than to simply die and become nothing more or less than a pile of bones that will eventually decompose and all that will remain of you is nothing. Absolutely nothing. No one will know of your existence, so does his death even matter. Now he will simply come back to life as a different form and no one will know he was their king.

Now in my defense, I didn't technically kill him if that's what you thought. It was The Day of Sacrifice, and I assume she took pity on me. Everyone who believed in the gods and goddesses was supposed to make a sacrifice in hope of a better year. Most made large sacrifices like part of their harvest or a portion of their riches and gave it all up for one of the major deities. I however only gave up some bread and made the sacrifice to a minor goddess. My mother.

The maids in my father's palace would spread rumors about how my mother was the goddess of hope. I'm not sure if I believe it though. I'm not even sure if I believe in the deities. But I made the sacrifice just in case. I went to the palace temple and began to pray. There was no statue for Centa- the goddess of hope and quite possibly my mother- so I prayed in a corner without a statue. The temple was packed since everyone was making their sacrifices that day. But the little corner beside the goddess of life was empty. So, I prayed.

I made sure I spoke quietly so no one would hear. "Oh goddess Centa, please accept this offer. I'm guessing most people aren't asking for this, but please please please kill him" I said with Alexander VIII in mind. "That's all I ask. He's not a good leader and the people hate him. They're afraid to admit it. But I'm not, which is why I'm telling you right now. So please if you could just accept my offer, I'll leave you alone and never ask for anything again." I tried to make my prayer sound like the ones made by the priests. I don't usually talk like a beggar.

But then it happened. A small fire lit the bread and then it was gone. Everyone stared in my direction whispering upon themselves. Then one of the priests came up to me and asked what I wished for. I ended up lying to him since I wasn't going to tell anyone I prayed for the king's death.

News of his death would erupt very soon. It would start in Alexandria- the realm he lives in. Then it would spread elsewhere and most definitely in Rimjhim, my home.
I tried to leave the temple, but people kept bombarding me with more questions.

"Will you all just shut up and leave me alone!" I yelled at everyone including the priests. Then I walked to my bedroom.

My room wasn't too large. It could only fit about fifty people comfortably. It was also very plain compared to the other bedrooms in the palace. A king-sized bed in the middle, a dresser at the side, and my favorite part of the whole place, the balcony. It had a lavender bench with cushions placed at the head. On the sides were two massive columns, each covered in vines that intertwined with each other. The vines had small purple grapes which I would occasionally snack on.

It smelt of pollution from the outside air, but I didn't mind it. Exhausted, I laid down on the bench and watched the busy streets of Bel. Then I reached under the bench for a cigar. It was used, but still long enough. I lit the cigar with a match that was also under the bench. The cigar was filled with Hendra- a highly addictive drug that was illegal in Rimjhim. With every puff, I could feel everything going away. All the pain, the harsh feelings, and thoughts. Deep, dark thoughts. I needed Hendra. Without it, I'd probably be dead if I'm being honest. Then I looked out at the city and simply enjoyed the rest of the evening until he came.