The moonlight kept Chrystal awake, she hadn't admired the star since the death of her family, and it never seemed brighter than now. What was she supposed to do? How could she help Oliver if she needed help too? She let out a sigh remembering some of the many pieces of advice her mother used to tell her.
If he was on the run, he probably didn't know where to go... why, of all the people he could run into, was she the one he turned to? She wasn't exemplary; she didn't even trust herself; why should he?
Maybe... looking for safe places where he could take refuge and live in peace, or look for his parents or a family member to take him...
She let out a sigh and moved away from the window. She left her room and went to the living room to see the strange young man who seemed to have a pleasant dream. Why did Oliver remind her of her brothers? Why did he make her feel... more human? Did the world want her to go on living? What was the reason?
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Oliver thought that if people didn't return, to tell the wonders of The Gold Star must be because there was no reason to return. His mother also did not plan to return when they were both out; even when Oliver pleaded for his friends and the other women who lived with them, his mother refused to go back for everyone. >> We'll help them from the outside, Oliver. The police will take care of it. If we go back for them, no one will get out. <<“Do you know how to get there,” he insisted.Chrystal stared at him for a few seconds with a raised eyebrow. She wasn't sure if going in search of a legend was a good idea; what was the point? If she could have a second chance she would choose to live with her family and cherish the moments with them more, somethi
“I knew it was a bad idea,” muttered Annette, washing the blood-stained clothes.Three days had passed since the boat stopped on dry land and Jack's wound was not getting better. For a few minutes he was sane but then returned to unconsciousness. The tourniquet she had made was not strong enough to stop the bleeding and the loss of blood was playing against him.She was stressed, she really didn't like being in an unknown place with the blond getting worse every second. It was an odyssey to find that lake near some trees so she could take better care of him. The first night in the outside world she couldn't sleep because she was trying to bring down his fever. She should have known that, once outside, their survival would not be easy. They had to move further every day, otherwise Mr. Craig's guards would soon find them and Annette was not strong enough to defend herself, much less Jack. She could not stay forever in that lake that saved them from dying of t
“Will you come with me?” Chrystal and Oliver had been discussing for hours about the best plan to get to The Gold Star. Chrystal didn't believe the place existed, but after going back to her parents' room and seeing that picture... thinking about the fantasy city was distracting her from the painful memories. When she heard the chestnut's voice, she stopped talking, taking her eyes off the huge map. Going with him to a place that probably didn't exist? She had to tell him that she planned to take him to the port and sneak him on a ship with a far destination; that was her way to help him escape and start his new life. Thus, she would seal that strange deed. “You would have a second chance, and you would no longer be alone. Jack and Ann are good people; we take care of each other and....” “Do you think I'm alone?” Oliver was trying to sort out his thoughts, he wasn't good at talking, but he was good at observing. Chrystal was a sad person, alwa
Her mother believed things happen for a reason, to help us grow and mature. Chrystal grew up with that idea and always tried to see why things happened, both good and bad. She learned from her mistakes and improved on the good things. However, she could never understand that car accident, why the driver of the trailer was so drunk that he threw them into the ravine, and she was the only one who survived.Why didn't she die too?What good did the universe have to show her by making her an orphan?The world turned gray for Chrystal Daly at the age of thirteen: her paternal aunt and uncle reluctantly decided to take care of her until she turned fifteen so that her parents' will would become effective and she could keep the house. She got a part-time job and continued with her studies, but... the will to live was becoming weaker and weaker.Why, why did she have to go on living?Life with her uncles and irritating cousins was not the best; no matter ho
Oliver stood watching while the only person who had been kind to him vanished into a crowd of people. He didn't understand why she abandoned him, he shouldn't have proposed anything to her, or maybe he should have explained himself better. He knew that nothing good came out of his mouth, and that's why he had to keep quiet most of the time.The sound of the ship setting sail made him jump; he covered his ears with his hands and turned around to see how one of the huge ships began to move forward. People are gathering, the noise increases, making him nervous. He was not used to many noises and many people; he really hated it.Would that be the boat that Chrystal Daly bought? He would not go up; whether it was or not, he wouldn't do it. It wasn't the first time he found himself alone in a difficult situation; he had to face it, even if he was scared to death. He could not afford to give up; he had promised his mother that he would escape and live for her, for both.
Chrystal was internally beating herself up for leaving Oliver alone in the harbor; it was the dumbest thing she had done in the last four days. She had been looking for him, firmly believing that the boy didn't board the ship knowing it wouldn't take him to his destination.Where could he be? Dinashia was a big city, Oliver could be in any corner, she thought maybe he had gone north. She paid attention to him when he talked about how to get to The Gold Star, and if her assumptions were correct, she could meet him before reaching the shortcut in the forest.Would it be too much to ask if the universe sent her a sign of where the boy might be? It had been four days since Chrystal had left her house to look for Oliver, and desperation was eating her away. She searched in poor places, where there weren't many people, but they were dangerous places, and her motorcycle was the most precious and expensive thing she owned. With it, they could get somewhere faster.Parks
The next morning Oliver woke up with the sunshine appreciating the sunrise once again. They got a room in a small motel on the outskirts of Dinashia and decided to stop by to buy warm clothes for Oliver. The cold started to get more intense and getting sick would only slow them down more. The green-eyed boy was fascinated by all the different clothes in that store, he had never had the opportunity to try on or buy clothes for himself, so it was all new and exciting. Chrystal Daly was very patient with him when it came to choosing what he liked and needed; in the end, he chose some dark green thermal pants and a T-shirt, as well as a jacket with a brown hat, gloves, socks, and the best of all: shoes, nice and comfortable brown boots.“What do you think? Do they fit, or are they too tight?”Oliver wasn't smiling much, but this was the first time Chrystal had seen the freckled man with a huge smile for his boots; it was like seeing a kid in a candy store.
They had finally found civilization, it took them two more days to find it, and when they arrived, Annette thought the forest was better. The village they arrived at was surrounded by hundreds of guards disguised as civilians waiting for them. How had they gotten there before them? She should not panic yet, they had not found them, and that was a slight advantage; she had to think of a way to pass unnoticed; they couldn't afford the luxury of returning to the forest without knowing the route to The Gold Star. "That asshole doesn't waste his time," mumbled Jack next to her, thinking about his next move. "What now? I don't want to go back." "Shhh, shhh, easy, they won't catch us...." Jack looked around. If they were lucky, they might have reached a place big enough so that the annoying guards couldn't cover the whole area. They needed to lay low and pretend to be a normal person like everyone else, but how? In the distance, he could see a couple of young men pointing a gun at two w
"Geez, I thought the sea was closer."Chrystal and Oliver walked through the grass that was beginning to freeze, noticing how as they moved further toward the Golden Sea, the ground changed from grass to dirt and from dirt to sand. Oliver felt his stomach churning as he was getting closer to his destination and friends; it thrilled and terrified him simultaneously. He longed for his friends to make it.On the other side of the beach, Jack and Annette walked hand in hand, sinking their shoes into the unfamiliar sand. It was cold, and the water had surprised them by getting them wet from walking so close to the shore. They both looked around for Oliver's messy hair, shivering with nerves as they tried to stay positive. Oliver was the strongest of the three; if he had arrived earlier, he would not leave until they were reunited."Oliver!" shouted the black-haired girl, unable to remain silent any longer, wandering."Oliver!"Jack joined in Annette's s
Jack played with Annette's hand, intertwining his fingers, thinking about what had happened the last few days. He was lucky to find a hospital similar to the one he had seen in a metal box. Jack had been unconscious for two days and was recovering fast, it wasn't the first time he had been beaten to death, but it was the first time Annette had been shot. He never let a guard hurt Annette in that dark place, even less when Bibi died. He knew better than anyone that Annette managed to avoid attracting attention, and when a guard bothered her, she never resorted to violence, her smile and a few words were enough to leave her alone... most of the time. When things got out of control, Jack intervened and, occasionally, Oliver. The blond would always do something to get the guards' attention to forget about his friend, the price to pay was harsh punishments where a punch was like a caress. It wasn't that he liked to be whipped and electroshocked; he... didn't want her to h
Oliver was running freely through a field full of grass and flowers, feeling a tickle in his feet; the air was blowing lightly, taking some flowers with it. He laughed, finally feeling at peace."Oliver."When the chestnut heard his mother's soft voice behind him, he stopped smelling the flowers, turning to see the woman who had given him life smiling at him with open arms. Oliver didn't wait for a second, and with tears in his eyes, he ran to reach her."Mom," he murmured with a lump in his throat, "I missed you so much.""I missed you too, my boy."He felt the loneliness and sadness disappear when he was in Collette's arms; they were so warm and loving that Oliver just wanted to stay by her side forever. It was real; it wasn't a dream: he was hugging his mother. He felt her soft hands lovingly caress his hair, combing it back and forth."I'm sorry... I-I'm sorry I couldn't save you.""Shh, don't apologize; I abandoned you, but every
"When I said that if Collette weren't mine, she wouldn't be anyone's, life ensured that she wasn't with anyone."Oliver was shedding tears, as well as Donnell. Not letting her be happy neither with the person she loved nor her son; why didn't Collette's parents realize that the evil person was Elliot? Why had Oliver's parents' story been so cruel? Why didn't they have a dream life, an everyday life like everyone else?"If only you hadn't shown up that day, everything would be different."Elliot looked at Donnell enraged; he hated him and deserved to live watching how that child he hated so much died. Without thinking, he shot again, hitting the side of the young man who had the eyes of his beloved Collette.Oliver deserved to die suffering; he didn't want him to bleed to death; no, he would break him into pieces.With another shot, he broke the ropes that cut off the blood circulation in his wrists and took him by his shirt. Before waking up, he ha
-17 years ago-Unrequited love, forbidden love, and obsessive jealousy made the story of Collette, Elliot, and Donnell a horror story.Collette Gunn was the middle child of three children. Her parents worked hard, lacked nothing, and could have studied up to a college degree. Collette always appreciated the support and care of her parents but hated how strict they were with her and her other two siblings. The auburn-haired, emerald-eyed girl was an adventurer, always looking for new places to explore in the vast world around her. She wanted to travel the world and discover the greatest secrets of mother earth. She was the most energetic young woman Elliot had ever met; she always had that sparkle of joy in
"The grip must be firm; you cannot let your hands tremble. You must lock on your target, don't look away, concentrate on the area you wish to damage, and then fire."The following day, they got up early, leaving the cabin just as they had found it the night before. They walked through the forest to the area that divided attraction from reality.Oliver was the only one of the three who had had a restful sleep; both Chrystal and Donnell failed to sleep after the night's confessions. Almost all the conversation was of the adult who told in broad strokes his love story. The redhead spun everything with what Oliver confessed to her weeks before. Although she was not the right one to talk about a delicate and alien subject, she had to explain without many details the other part of the story, the amount of the story that she knew and that she was beginning to understand.The brown-haired boy fired for the fifth time, hitting the trunk three times in a row in different
They drove for four hours until they reached the famous Luris forest. They rented a cabin to spend the night in the camping area. It was impossible to sleep outdoors when the snow started to fall. The place was warm and cozy, with two bunk beds, a small kitchen, a chimney, and a bathroom.They spent the next three hours learning the basics of self-defense, using their bodies and items such as knives they had bought for each."When your opponent grabs you from behind, you must give him a blow with your elbow in the side, hard enough to get the air out of him so that he releases his arms. If you feel you are not strong enough to get the air out of him, use the knife, and bury it in their side or thigh. The pain will blind your fighter, and they will loosen their grip."Oliver never imagined that learning to defend himself would be so tiring. He was not physically fit, and his body was not yet fully healed, so it was a great effort for him to learn the most straigh
Her head conflicted; she didn't understand how she had left Jack behind. She didn't want to go on alone; why did Jack tell her all those things? Why did he always put his life in danger for her? She wasn't unique; she was just a mistake, her mother's greatest misfortune; why was she worth so much to Jack to risk his life?She was always the one who ended up saving him anyway. He had chosen the worst time to confess his feelings to her; that wasn't romantic or nice; he didn't give her time to say anything. It wasn't fair. This wasn't the fairytale she wanted by his side.Not every story had a happy ending; Collette and her mother repeated it to each other to death, but there were always happy moments. She saw her mother smile a few times and even heard her laugh. Collette herself had not had a happy ending...Will Annette also have to wait for her happy ending in death?Jack was a fool; you don't say things like that and then die. No. Jack promised her the
"Are you old enough to buy a gun?" The old gray-haired man looked doubtfully at the two youths who had appeared in his store once it opened. Even though the redhead looked older and had her official ID, it seemed strange to him that two boys would want to buy a gun that wasn't for hunting. "Of course, and we have money… if that's what you're worried about." Oliver stopped paying attention to the conversation, admiring all kinds of weapons and instruments to hunt animals or whatever they were used for. He was creeped out by that place despite having heat in the area; he did not like guns. Oliver had been threatened countless times with one, but he could not think of any other way to defend himself from Mr. Craig and his guards. He had to leave fear behind and be able to shoot like the hooded gentleman from the night before. "Oliver, let's go. We have what we need." Chrystal Daly tapped his shoulder to get his attention; the boy turned and nodde