The Beginning of an End

"What are you doing here? I thought I had assigned you to your room, now did I not?", He asked while getting me in his embrace. I shivered beneath his touch. His voice came out so low and dominating, almost like a growl.

I didn't know what to do. It was like I was frozen under him. I felt so weak and vulnerable. I slightly whimpered when I felt his hands coming closer to my face and then removing the strand of hair that rested on my cheeks.

I was disgusted and felt violated.

He had asked me the same question again but more sternly--yet I still didn't answer. So fearless just some seconds ago and then all I was, was a coward standing beneath Aiden. Now I knew what I was--a fearless coward. It was as if I were a fragile glass, so beautiful and so strong, can hold warm and steamy things, but just one throw on the floor, and that glass breaks--Breaks in to tiny little pieces that only one could gather and put back together.

Again, that he asked but I still did not answer. Words first were stuck in my throat and then in my brain, unable to comprehend their way out.

His piercing gaze was burning through my soul. So, he once again asked--now shaking my shoulders with force. "Where were you going?", to which I had finally gathered up the courage to speak but still with intense stuttering, "I was--please forgive me", I cut the sentence short and hoped that only this sentence would be cut down, not my hopes and dreams.

A rule which you should apply in life is that to never hiss back at a snake or the last thing you'll see is nothing but pure, irresistible darkness that no one has yet to overcome.

He started to laugh mockingly which caressing my hair, I didn't stop him, the least I wanted right now was pain and death.

"Its okay dear, but as your punishment, I am getting us married.", He announced while thinning his voice out--it was as if he was babying me. "1 week", He said patting my forehead with his index finger.

He left with a smug look on his face and ordered something to his slaves or servants in another language which I didn't understand.

I saw guards approaching me but that was the least of my worries, all of my concerns were moving towards the marriage that was planned out for me, with out any of my input.

I was shocked. I didn't realize that I was crying until I felt warm drops of liquid on my neck.

This was too much to take in. I couldn't do this. I wanted to run. I wanted to hide. I wanted to be disguised. I didn't like the sounds of it. I wanted to be married to the man I had loved not some lower-class mafia leader--or what ever he was. I had this feeling of anger--or this feeling of sadness. I didn't know what that feeling was but I felt my heart getting heavy, it was like it was exploding. My mind smelled like petrichor. Intense rain had dripped down upon it and it was a mess as the after-effects had started rising.

What tingled around my mind was that I could never fell the feeling of freedom again. I wouldn't get to choose what I wanted. I would probably be his slave. I never wanted this, I never asked for this then how come that fate is acting this poorly with me.

This reminded her of when she was a child.

An old mediocre house, old-fashioned red brick walls without paint and inside were Avyanna and her dear, beloved mother, carrying on with her house chores. "Mummy! Catch me!", 6-year-old Avyanna said while running. She needed to hide, so inside the closet that she went, and when she did, she had accidentally locked herself.

It was the first ever time when she felt the emotion of despair, she felt hopeless— It was the very first moment that she thought there was no escape.

But that time she thought there was no escape—This time she knew there was no escape, there was no playing, there was no hiding, there was no running—This time it all ended this time there was no escape. Though there is a saying, 'Where there's life there's hope', although many people agree with it, she did too until she reached this wrecked point of her life.

A poem that there was which represented Avyanna's now wrecked state:

It was a time where it ended

It was time where it started

It was a time that didn't end

an emotion which didn't end

There's an end to an end and the end is near

Not for you but only for me

I crave for it like a pregnant woman,

Yet what I carry is the end to an end which will be here soon

And when it will, It shall be a time where the end had ended

and the end had started

-Aamina Syed