I stare at the gathering of people a few meters away from me. They come closer, and in front of them is Calais, determination on his face as he stares in the direction of the house that Marcus imprisoned me in.
Three meters away, I move away from the window and step away. I hug myself as I stare at the door in fear. How can he do this?! Does he not know how cruel Marcus can be?! He will kill everyone!
"Lyrica, come with me. I am going to get you out of here," Calais calls as he knocks on the door.
"No, no, no, I can't..." I whisper, stepping away from the door. I am afraid. I am confused. How could he easily persuade these people?!
"Why not? Everything is done, so you will be free."
Oh, is this how different we are? This world favors him and there is nothing he cannot do with the Rules working in his favor.
"I am not..." I answer. "I will never be free..."
"What the heck are you on about?!" he replies, irritated.
