On the run.

It has been three years, since I have heard my loves voice. I have searched for her to wake. But her body became missing a long time ago. Is she awake? Where did she go? Where is she? Is she safe? Back at my old home... This is truly Hell.

I stood there. Watching as my sisters memorial was decreased as it was nothing. How could my mother do this? My father even? They don't care. I took in a deep breath as I watched the only thing I had left of my sister crumble.

What are they trying to prove? Yes they rule this place. They are the freaking King and Queen. I don't want the throne. I never asked for it.

They said that they will make me hurt until I take the crown. I still believe they are the ones who killed my beloved sister, Sylisa.

I bend down to grab a handful of broken crystal and marble. Black marble mixed with white crystal. Sylisa's favorite. Smiling at the image of my little sister picking up the crushed rocks that were near the oceans pull.

She is dead Matthew. There is nothing you can do to bring her back. Stop tormenting yourself. Just honor her memory.

"I'll do it." I say to my mother as I walking into the Throne Room. Like always she has this snarl about her that makes her semi skinny face look like a guppy. It'd be cute on a little kid. But not so much on a lady who has too botox surgeries that if she hasn't noticed, doesn't work. It's kind of creepy really.

"What will you do Matthew?" My mother's annoying, pitchy, ear bleeding voice echoed all across the room.

Of course. She wasn't paying attention. When does she. Oh yeah, only when it suits her fancy!

"Mother. I'll take the throne." I say slowly. I say it slow enough that even a sloth would be able to comprehend it.

For the first time in forever, my mother has color in her cheeks. She is smiling bright.

"Really Dear?" She breathed out. I nod slowly. This is the only way for me to find out what really happened. Even if it means that I have to dig up my own past that I tried hard to bury.