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Everyone dies. There's no point in fighting it. There's no point in trying to escape its grasp. Pain and loss, they define us as much as happiness and love. Whether it's a world or a relationship, everything has its time and everything ends. However, my mother always told me that it's not about the years in your life but instead it is about the life in your years. To make them count. She always told me to go out into the real world and explore the unknown as it has always been a dream of mine. She told me to never give up. She told me that she would always be with me and always support me no matter what. She told me it all before she was taken. Before she was taken by them.
Currently, I am sitting in a glacial, compact cell which was barely six feet by four. I leaned against the solid wall and patiently waited for my time of eternal darkness to arrive. My fingers drew along the marks that I carved into the wall along with my misery. I counted each and every single one of them. 145. It has been 145 days since I have been trapped in here, alone with my catastrophic thoughts and inner demons which never seem to leave me be. Sometimes I hear the agonised screams from the other cells but I have been paralysed with immense fear to even move from the spot where I was sitting.
The only time of peace was at night. The only time where I could catch a glimpse of the beautiful nature was at night. Everything would be silent. And I loved it. It was also the only time where I could gather up the strength and courage to move from my spot and lie in the middle of the stone cold floor in order to catch sight of the molten-gold stars that looked like beacons of hope for all the lost souls of the world. Through the ceiling glass, i had the perfect view of the twinkling and dazzling diamond dust of the sky. They winked at me from the endless arch of void-black and they had a faint, silver tint and looked as though there was a snowfall sparkling in outer space and I felt privileged to witness it. They were truly a blessing. Smiling satisfactorily, I closed my eyes and entered a world of my own wondering whether I would awake the next day in this dispiriting, unpleasant life.
Without warning, a sudden repugnant noise awoke me from my peaceful sleep (which rarely happens). I bolt upright, alarmed, and looked left to right at my surroundings. The noise occurred again and I looked towards the source. My eyes widened and suddenly it seemed as if time had stopped. Fear was eating away at the back of my neck and was tearing its way down my spinal cords. The thought of imminent death was stabbing at me. As much as I knew I couldn't fight death, the fear of the pain of it didn't seem to leave me.
The door. The door which hadn't been opened in all the 145 days I had been isolated in here was opening. Apprehensively, I crawled back towards my corner, hoping it would just open up and swallow me inside, therefore shielding me from whatever danger was about to come my way.
The door swung open and I came face to face with my fate. The very same face which took my mother away from me. The very same face which brought me here. The very same face which will take me away from life, from the stars.
He had skin as pale as freshly poured milk and had fangs protruding over his thin, blue lips. He raised his heavy eyelids and glared at me, with golden eyes that seemed to pierce right through my skull. Slowly, he licked his lips and just before I had time to react he lunged towards me....
