CHAPTER 4
~RAULA'S POV~
They say that the only way to escape reality is to either be asleep, reading a book, or writing a book. Because when you sleep your subconscious is in control of your dream. Because when you read you are in control of how far you want to dive into the world around you. And when you write you are in control of what you can create and destroy.
I want to escape reality. But I'm not going to read, write or sleep. I'm going to run. I would run so fast that I could escape this time loop of pain I've been trapped in for the last 22 years of my life. I would run so fast that I could reach a horizon where I was being appreciated and loved.
And that's why I'm here. Zipping through trees as I ran from the only life I knew. Her paws sank into the wet soil as she ran from the reality I was thrown into. The heavy downpours soaked my wolf's snow-colored fur as she ran from the monsters in the horror film I just starred in. Raindrops along with the tears I refused to shed clouded her vision and we almost couldn't see the path to freedom I routed in my head.
Why do I always have to suffer, dear goddess? Why I just be happy for once? Why does everyone else have a chance at happiness while I don't even get the choice to fight for mine? Why does–.
I was pulled out of my line of reasoning when my hind leg snapped and the force sent me crashing into a tree before falling to the wet ground with a thud.
A whimper fell from my wolf's lips and her fur was replaced with my bruised skin. I struggled to my feet and limped down the path I was on just moments ago, determined to leave behind the pain I was forced to endure. But my effort was futile. For I stood at the top of a cliff. The wild sea beneath crashed against sharp rocks at the side of the cliff whose end could easily pierce through every bone in my body not to mention that the drop was so far that no beta could survive from it. Let alone a weak, pathetic Omega like me.
There's nowhere to run. There's nowhere to run. There's nowhere to run!!
I fell to my knees and heavy tears spilled from my eyes as I looked up to the sky and let out a glass-shattering scream, hoping that the gods could feel the same pain I was feeling. I lay on the ground face first and bitter sobs left my lips as raindrops washed the blood off my injuries.
I was too broken to pull myself together and find another way. I was too broken to hear anything other than the blood rushing from the wounds in my soul. And I was too broken to feel the ominous presence looming behind me with murderous intent.
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I don't how long it has been since I sat on the ground and overlooked the sea it swallowed the drops of water that fell from the sky. I had long stopped sobbing but the sadness in my heart was still saddened to an immeasurable length.
Thunder boomed over the midnight sky and the dark stormy clouds reminded me of Gonzalo's beautiful gray eyes. The storm that brewed in those beautiful orbs. The streaks of black in them ran like streaks of black lightning. I was so lost in the weather of his orbs that I didn't notice the looming figure that stalked towards me with murder on its agenda until it was too late.
The dark presence held my distracted form from behind and threw me to the ground with a thud. More pain filled my system and I spun around to stare at my attacker just as a bolt of lightning illuminated the sky and the light shone on his face.
"Morgana?"
She gave me a wicked smile once more and the sky got dark again, hiding her face in a curtain of darkness. I felt her presence walking towards me but before I could tell where it was coming from, I received a punch to the face and fell to the ground once more. I struggled to get to my feet but was immediately put down by another punch.
I tried to crawl away from her with all the strength I could muster but just as I placed my hands in front of me, she fisted my hair and pulled me back to her before saying.
"You can't run from me, Raula. I would find you no matter where you run to."
I felt her shuffling with herself and I was confused for a moment but when another bolt of lightning struck the sky casting its light over us, my blood ran cold.
Morgana was holding a syringe with a twisted look in her eyes.
I struggled in her hold and looked at the face of my best friend with blurred vision from the rain and asked the one question on my mind.
"W–why?"
She stared at me intently. The crazed look in her eyes got far more demented and she spoke.
"I have always despised you. I despise the fact that despite being beaten till you looked disfigured could do nothing to dwindle your beauty. I despise the face that can still look beautiful after two swollen eyes, a broken nose, a busted lip, and purple cheeks. I despise that you have drawn more lustful stares than I did."
She looked at me with hatred burning in those eyes and I shook my head hoping that she would show me mercy. But she didn't. Instead, she stuck the needle into my neck and injected the poison into my system.
"I wanted you to die a slow and painful death but…my mate needs me tonight so I have to make this quick.
She walked towards the edge of the cliff and held me over it. The sounds of water crashing against rock filled my ears and I prepared myself for certain death.
"See you in hell, Bestie."
Then she let go of me and I fell to my death.