Chapter Twenty Two

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Part Two: How It All Ended

Chapter Twenty Two

You don’t care if something happens to a stranger. Or even a friend. Or even a family member. Of course you pity them; you might feel bad for them. But not really caring. Instead you selfishly think “Well I’m glad that wasn’t me” or “I’m glad that didn’t happen to me”. Don’t try to deny it. Everybody does it.

You never really care until it happens to you. Or affects you. Then that’s when you realize that you should have tried a little harder. Showed more understanding. Done everything you could have done. But by the time these thoughts have come to you, it’s too late; and it’s all gone.

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There was blackness all around me. Not just blackness; darkness. The kind of darkness you can lose yourself in. And I lost myself in it. Like every night since I was six.

It was darkness until I fell. I fell from the sky and landed on the dry landscape I had the other day. But this time it was something more than a dry landscape.

It was a kingdom.

I’m still lying on the ground now. I couldn’t move. I feel like I broke my spinal cord and the pain was all too real. Too unbearable.

And there was no attractive man to help me up, like there was last time. After what feels like lying there for hours, I start to hear faint footsteps.

As the footsteps get louder, I hear talking and hearty laughter.

“She kept begging me not to do it. She cried and screamed and promised that if I left her alone, then she’ll do whatever I wanted.” The deep throaty voice pauses to chuckle. “And listen to this; she even starting praying and rambling on to me that she was Christian and that she could use God’s wrath to rid of me.”

“Then what did you do, Ohala?” Another man with a throaty voice asks with excitement.

“What did you think I did? I killed her and then ate her. It was some good eaten to; that woman had some fat on her.” The first man says with another throaty chuckle that was joined with the second man’s laughter.

By this time, the footsteps had gotten so close that I could hear every crunch of the dry ground in my ear.

“Hey what’s that, Yandal?” Ohala asks. The footsteps had stopped and now they were just at a standstill. It was really inconvenient that I couldn’t see anywhere except for the sky.

“It looks like a human girl. I think she might be dead! We could eat her!” Yandal screeches. Oh god, I didn’t want to be eaten!

I test my hand to see if I could move it, and I could! I move my hand up to my jean pocket. Surprisingly I had the same clothes on as I did earlier unlike the last visit. I feel into my pocket until I find something cold and hard.

Emery’s ring.

Some little voice in the back of my head told me to put on the ring. For the seconds it took to put on the ring, it felt like someone else was controlling my body.

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