5] I Won't Run Away

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I had finally stepped into the darkness, this darkness could either engulf me within it or I would transcend beyond holding a lamp of light.

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-Selene

The world I had stepped into was also dark and haunting similar to this room. Stepping inside with little steps, I searched for the switch to the lamp. Even if I can't bring back light to my life atleast I could switch on the lights of this room.

Treading and stumbling upon things, hitting my knee numerous times I finally got the way to light. It was a boring colourless room, painted in all dark colours with no paintings or colours. Just blank walls, a bed, a cupboard and a table.

Life is weird, I would have never thought about being stuck in such a situation. I am married to a person I never saw. I would have survived this holocaust but the other facts accompanying the marriage are really horrid and unjustifiable. This environment of this place, how would I survive here? You are not allowed to speak. You can't laugh, you can't cry, there is no one to talk and then you don't have a slight idea of what is happening to your life. It is the sad reality I am facing.

I am legally married to him, I am here as his bride, but I feel like a free bird who has been put to a captive without any reasons other than the lineage she was born in.

I looked around the room to find my suitcase kept at a corner. In the minimal time I got I had brought all the few clothes all the rare belongings I had packed in this bag.

I picked out a dress, I must get change into it and also wash the dirt I am covered into.

After a nice shower, it felt much better. I had faced a lot of torments in a single day. Sitting at the edges of the bed, I adored the silence in the room.

I looked at the doors of the room, they were still open. I had illuminated my room with light but as I sneak through the door to see outside nothing is visible but just darkness. The alley is all dark with no presence of humans neither could any voice be heard.

My emotions are webbed and twisted, the heart is throbbing fast at the fear of the unknown. Still, in a state of shock, I can't digest whatever has happened. Shockingly, I am married to him, we signed the papers and marriage is done. I am here living in his house, with no idea of how to survive among the beasts. The people the environment the air I breathe all echoes the notes of threat.

It is not even an hour here in the house and I am already striving, dying, each passing second.

Is he going to live with me in this room as any other husband and wife would have? The fact that he has not even desired to see me once, he don't care about me and he just wanted to marry me for unknown reasons was shattering my heart into pieces but it was also making me really curious to solve this mystery. Why would one marry a girl just because of her surname?

I wanted to see him, meet him but I can't get a single chance up till now. I want to meet him because I want to ask him the reason to marry me. Even if life is uncertain and I dont have a distant idea that will he ever took me as his wife, I want to see him because I value this relationship. I had accepted him as my husband and I would want to make this relation a success.

I would try....When life sets you on a high wave, it also makes us learn how to ride it.

He has been hiding from me but I will do anything to meet him tomorrow. I have questions to ask. And he has to answer them all.

Would he arrive tonight in this room? I looked at the door, it was still open. Shall I close it? The cold wind intruding inside through the door was injuring my already shattered soul.

This place seems like a haunted villa, where even ghosts are hard to spot.

While I was immersed in my thoughts, I felt a knock at the door. Surprised and awakened I turned around my neck to spot the person standing at the door. Is it Tristan?

My eyes looked around to witness, a figure came immersing from the darkness, when it came closer I realized it was not the person I thought. I expected someone, but it was the lady maid, she has brought dinner for me.

"Here is the today's dinner, Do you want anything else."

"And yeah, sorry for pushing you. I dont intended to do it but I had to..."

She asked putting up the plate of food at the table.

The fact that she talked quite nicely now, illustrates how she was terrified earlier and her actions were influenced by those gun laded humans.

"It is ok I don't mind it. If you are asking for forgiveness, I have a work for you, could you help me. I want a favour from you."

This place is unknown to me, but I wanted to meet Tristan. If anything could help me to uncover the secrets of this world is her. She is the only one I know and I would like to understand this world instead of running from it out of fear. Even if I run, how far could one run from reality.

"I am just a servant here, my mother worked here and so am I working here on her place after she had died. I can't help you run from here."

"Who wants to run, I will surely not run. I will keep my word, this is the life I chose for myself and I will try my best to survive it."

"I want you to carry my message to Tristan that I want to meet him."

"SIR..you want me to face him. No, sorry I can't carry this message. I am sure he will arrive in the room. He is your husband." Saying this she quickly rushed through the door without even looking back. It felt like she is running from a storm.

I was really hungry and hence quickly devoured whatever was on my plate....I can't bear hunger.

I need some physical l energy to face all this, finishing the dinner. I lay flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling I tried to distract my mind which was still hustling to register whatever has happened in just a day.

As I looked around the lonely room my eyeballs were attracted towards the special thing which peaked out of my bag. The diary, my diary. Picking it up quickly, I turned around the pages, a smile appeared on my lips. They were good old days. All my memories are beautifully preserved in this diary. Other things accompanying the pouch in which the diary was kept brought an instant smile on my face. The butterfly necklace, cartoon keyring, lucky charms and the colourful stones.

These things made me to remember all flashes of good memories preserved in my heart.

It also made me remember of someone too close to my heart.

"Allen I miss you." the words escaped my mouth, as I picked up the childhood picture of us hands in hand walking through the beach.

Memories which are close to our heart are like showers of rains, it strikes us back unannounced and once they arrive, it drenches our soul immersing it with in memories.

Memories and memories....