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𓋹 Chapter 1 𓋹
Opening my eyes, I am greeted by the darkness that clings to the still, cold cell. A sharp pang cuts through my chest as the last shreds of hope flutter away, like dying embers. Somehow, a part of me had clung to the impossible belief that I would wake to see my sister's beaming smile instead of this suffocating void that I've grown so familiar with.
I've been held captive here for what feels like an eternity, though how long it's truly been, only God knows. At first, I tried to count the days by my sleeping patterns. When I woke, I convinced myself it was morning, and when I slept, I pretended it was night. But as days bled into weeks, I lost track. Time became meaningless.
Sometimes, I close my eyes and let myself dream of the impossible.
Freedom. Birds. Rosalyn. Home.
But every time I open my eyes, reality crashes down on me, hard and unforgiving. There is no Rosalyn. No freedom. No way to make the impossible possible. The darkness is all there is, and all there ever will be.
I wonder as I bury my head between my bent knees, rocking back and forth, trying to drown out the suffocating silence.
I feel like I'm hanging by a single, fraying thread, suspended over the edge of a cliff I've always struggled to cling to. That thread was slowly tearing, and Rosalyn was the one who was pulling me back up, back to the surface, to the light. She was so close... but then they took her away.
And now there's no one to pull me up.
The thread tore.
I fell, screaming. I screamed until my voice gave out, until there was nothing left but the hollow echoes of my own despair.
Then, there was nothing.
The world went silent, I can't hear my screams anymore, as if it got swallowed by the darkness around me. I fell into a void where time ceased to exist, where my pain was no longer something I could express—it just was, an endless, gnawing ache that consumed every part of me.
In that silence, I realized the worst had already happened.
The thread had snapped
There was no one left to save me.
No light to reach for, no warmth to cling to.
Just this emptiness, this endless descent into a abyss.
No emotions were felt.
No pain, no sorrow, no hatred, no despair.
All that remained was a hollow in my chest, an emptiness that deepened with every passing moment, leaving my heart incapable of aching anymore.
It was as if the void within me had swallowed everything, leaving behind only a numb, unfeeling shell.
When they abducted me and forced me into this place, turning me into nothing more than a lab rat, I thought maybe I deserved it. All my life, I felt like I was a mistake—a curse, an omen of something dark.
Now, as I let the darkness of this cell seep into me, I feel it wrapping around me like a shroud. I let it in, let it become my only companion. I embrace it with open arms, for the darkness has now become a part of me.
I tilt my head and look around the darkened cell. Four walls. One broken sink. A bed that's barely holding on, its springs groaning under the weight of despair.
My eyes have long since adjusted to the darkness, and with time, I've become more observant of the little things that surround me.
To keep myself company, I imagine things—people, places, moments from a life that feels like a distant dream.
I picture myself on a beach, the sun scorching the sand as I run after Rosalyn. I can almost feel the cool splash of the salty sea water as we laugh together, our voices blending in joyful harmony.
I miss the comforting warmth of the sun on my skin. I miss smiling. I miss speaking to a real, living person. I miss being happy. I miss breathing in fresh air.
Most of all I miss her the most.
I miss so many things, and I don't know when—or if—I'll ever stop missing them.
The ache of longing is constant, a dull throb that lingers even as I try to drown it out with memories and daydreams.
But no matter how much I imagine, the reality is always there, lurking in the corners of this cell, reminding me of everything I've lost.
I feel a burning sensation behind my eyes as silent tears slip down my cheeks. Gasping, I wipe the small droplets away with a trembling hand. A faint, almost bitter smile curls at the corners of my lips.
I thought I was completely and utterly incapable of expressing emotions anymore.
There were days when all I did was cry and scream, emptying myself of everything I had left.
After so many days like that, the tears eventually dried up.
It's hard to believe that someone could cry so much that they'd have nothing left, but I did. I thought I'd drained every last tear from my body.
So now, as I feel the warmth of my tears against my cold hands, I'm surprised. I thought I'd lost the ability to cry, just as I'd lost the will to live. Yet here they are, these tears—a reminder that perhaps, somewhere deep within, something still lingers. Something that hasn't been completely consumed by the darkness.
I always fought for my happily ever after, even before I was captured. But it seems fate had different plans, and happiness was never meant to be in my destiny.
From the day I was born, I was branded a monster, an omen, a mishap—despised by my own parents. They wanted a normal daughter, not one who could move things with her mind or summon fire from her bare hands.
At first, they tried to convince themselves it was just an illness, a symptom of some strange disease. It's laughable now, how desperate they were to cling to that lie.
But after countless doctor visits, therapy sessions, and endless consultations, they gave up.
They branded me as a monster and dragged me to a scientist, setting an appointment to dispose of me like unwanted trash.
The day before it was supposed to happen, Rosalyn and I ran away. She didn't have to—our parents adored her—but she said she couldn't bear to lose her little sister like this.
She explained how she saved up some money and had been planning this runaway for months,
So when she woke me early in the morning of the appointment, I was dumbstruck when she explained hurriedly all this while packing our bags. I recall that day vividly as we crossed the threshold of our 'home' and without looking back, we ran.
She dropped out of college and gave up on her dreams. She worked five part-time jobs, pushed herself to exhaustion. She skipped meals, starved herself, all so I wouldn't have to.
Days passed into months, and even though there were many hardships we faced, we were happy, living peacefully in our rented small apartment. I was happy for once in my life.
Until the military came.They tore me away from her...
She did so much for me, sacrificed everything—and now, here I am, trapped, pathetic, while she might be out there dying.
The thought of her suffering because of me is unbearable.
She gave up her entire life for my sake, and now I can't do anything to save her.
I'm stuck here, powerless, while the person who mattered most is paying the price for my existence.