Gone
MICHAEL
Smiles.
I told you at the beginning of my story that this was just the beginning of something much worse. Twice now in my life, I had to deal with the stinging, investing pain of being wounded by a blade. The first was my chest and now, my abdomen. What next?
I listened faintly to the sound of her cries, calling out to me. Begging me to open my eyes and be alright. I could still sense the rotting presence of my attacker.
"Michael, please!"
He is standing right next to me, right next to us. Breathing angrily on her neck and ready to strike again.
"Please, Michael, I love you."
I know.
"Please open your eyes for me."
I can't. It is too heavy.
The only words my lips could form were; run.
Run for your life, Nowel. It won't be a nice ending to our story if we both die together.
Suddenly, I felt my lips becoming heavier to mumble words to her every passing second. My ears couldn't pick up a sound anymore except a deafening ringing sensation as I felt the bones in my joints begin to lock and my muscles became hard to move due to their increasing stiffness.
After what felt like an eternity, I welcomed the presence of death again as my heart came to a stop.
It is over.
The end.
I am gone.
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NOWEL
I ran.
Ran.
Ran like never before.
I never knew that I could run like this before in my entire life!
My mouth was stained with blood. My heart broke and it's bleeding. My eyes have witnessed another kind of horror.
I ran bear-footed and wildly down the long corridors and straight to get help. I need help.
I met with someone on my way to get help.
Hazel.
I don't know why tears were coming out of my eyes at the sight of her...but...all I knew was that the devil herself had come to stop me from getting any help.
She smelled of wine and...something else. She wore a dark long robe and a red candle in her left hand. She looked terrifying with the look and smirk on her face.
''Hazel, I-''
I whimpered as she stabbed me in the stomach. It was not a knife, dagger, or sword...but something else. A painful cry left my lips at the pain that object caused me.
I fell to the ground the moment she hit me with the red candle.
Tears left my eyes as I stared at the heavens. My whole body was weak. I couldn't get up. I felt myself being swallowed by invisible darkness. It was scary and no hope for light.
My eyes closed when I couldn't keep them open anymore.
And there I lay on the ground in defeat.
They have won and I failed to protect him.
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Air flooded my lungs again and I became conscious. I coughed out blood as I struggled to get up from my feet after so many failed attempts.
I placed my hands on the wall for support as I made my way back to where I last came out from. The last place my brain could remember.
I was confused when I saw the whole council members gathered in his room. I watched all of them panic in slow motion.
What...is...going on here?
''Nowel!''
Royal consort Devi rushed towards me with tears in her eyes. She immediately pulled me in for an embrace. I was confused.
Over her shoulders, I saw someone lying down flat in a pool of blood. His dark hair was now soaked in blood. His eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly opened.
Why...do I feel like I know this person?
Why do I feel like...I knew what happened to me.
And why... am I scared that he might never open those eyes ever again?
Why did he choose to sleep in a pool of blood?
I pulled away from Royal Consort Devi's arms and walked over to the person on the floor. I knelt beside him.
''Michael.''
I touched him.
''Michael,'' I called out again as tears fell from my eyes.
"Open your eyes."
He lay still and unmoving.
Reality struck me like lightning. What happened moments ago came rushing in.
''Michael...'' My voice broke.
It's over. They finally killed him.
They killed him.
They killed him!
I lay on his chest to look for a heartbeat, but I found none.
My heart twisted painfully and I felt this overwhelming urge to cry.
Oh god, Why did I run when he told me to?
I should have stayed and died along with him. How am I going to leave when he is gone?