'The world is small.'

My geography teacher once told me that. I did not believe her at that moment. For me the world was a panorama, wide and stretched as far as you can see. It was a vast, empty — yet full of troubles , smiles, tears and many of emotions—sphere. For me it was a crowded ground where people get lost once you let go of them and when they come back, either they're bruised or injured —internally or simply aren't yours anymore.

And then her words did prove them as if they were waiting for the cue. But I think they got the cue a little too soon, a little too fast—but still a little too slow.

The paranoia of this proof was invalid to me. I refused to let my eyes graze on the truth rather I let them linger on a bed of lies. The lies which I fed myself once at a night to fulfil the hunger of my loneliness.

That night was a true presentation of horror to me. The chaos in my mind , the anger in my body and the paralysis of battling these emotions kept me awake taking out the two hours of sleep I was provided.

The previous circumstances -emitted the sounds and became a awful slideshow of images. I did not cry that night, perhaps my mind was unable to function on which condition should I feel and what.

The fact that my mom is alive? Or the fact that my dad attempted to kill his daughter? That my mom saved me? Or she left me seven years ago in the hands of a alcoholic father?

Emotions, feelings, truths, lies—they all mingled into each other leaving me hollow inside.

I took a deep breath , trying to escape myself from these thoughts. I rolled to the other side of the bed when a knock snapped my attention to itself.

I took another deep breath and dropped my legs from the edge of the bed to the floor and stood on my feet. I darted towards the door and twisted the knob to open the door. I opened it, saw numerous pair of eyes and closed it.

What did I just see? I looked around the room as my heart pounded.

'Princess.' Someone knocked. 'It's me , Jake.' I ignored his calling as I sat on the bed and put my head in my hands. My hands shook as I thought about the sudden twists my life decided to take. My legs shook and I tugged at the roots of my hair. I needed my cigarettes. I wanted to do something but I had nothing. 'Elsa,' Jake called me again, 'are you alright?'

I didn't reply. I didn't trust them. Any one of them and neither did I want to meet them. Mom, Leo, Jake. They all were lying, creating illusions for me and for once, I trusted myself on my thoughts. 'Elsa?' It was someone else's voice and then there were furious raps on the door. 'Can you hear us?'

When the knob jiggled, I intantly opened my mouth. 'I won't be coming out.'

'Are you alright?' It was Jake again. 'Listen, we mean no harm. Can you please tell us if something is wrong?'

'I am fine. Just go.' I called back.

'Are you sure? I can help you if you want,'

'Can you just leave me alone?!' I yelled and I received only silence.

'Okay,' Jake said after few minutes. I heard the footsteps reclining and I fell back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

For some odd reason, against my urge, I did not cry. And perhaps it was what caused all the emotions in me to get all mixed up. Like a heavy weight on my chest, my heart seeped down into the pits of pain. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Warmth. That was the first thing I felt as I reminced about my previous life.

Giggles. Laughs. Smiles. Beaming sun and lively grass. Green trees and blue sky. Everything picture perfect. Everything aligned with no obstacle.

Tears. Cries. Mourns. Grey atmosphere and dark sky. Everything destroyed. Nothing left.

This is how my life turned from one way to another. It was all good then suddenly, it all was bad. It all was perfect and then suddenly, it all was worst.

We were all happy. Me, dad and mom. We did live a good life. Like typical families, we would do picnics, watch movies, have family dinners but something began to shift in the atmosphere.

Tensions followed fights and hurt. But I still clung to hope that maybe, things would work out but they didn't. Nothing worked out and in a fit of fury, one day, mom left the house. Dad went after her and  six hours later, my ten year old was crying over her mother's death and her dad being in hospital.

Tears.

Cries.

Mourns.

It was all I had left for it was all I was given.

I tried to take a deep breath as I rubbed my hand over my face, but this time, wiping away the tears that managed to fall too.

****

The moon was up, shining brightly when I made my way down to the kitchen, hoping I did not wake anyone up.

Hunger had began to gnaw at my stomach and it was due to which I decided to come out of my room. Hunger and addiction.

As I picked up an apple from the basket, my eyes darted to the main door. I slowly took a bite from the apple as I tip-toed to the door.

I looked over my shoulder and saw no one. Taking my opportunity, I unlocked the door and wrapped my fingers around the knob. As I was to twist it, my heart leaped out my chest. 'I wouldn't do it if I were you,'

I swallowed. The voice seemed distant so I might have a chance to quickly open the door and run. 'But you are not me,' I said as I was about to twist the knob when a hand was on minem stopping me to perform the action.

'I am glad I am not,' my back touched Leo's chest as he whispered in my ear. I snapped my hand off his. Turning around, I pushed at his chest and instantly tried to open the door. It thought I was succeeding until Leo instantly grabbed me by my upper arm and making me turn around, pinned me against the door. 'When you are said to not do anything, you do not do it.' his breath fanged on my face.

'Then do you expect me to fucking live here?' I placed my palms flat on his muscular chest and pushed him away. 'Like being an agent and play cops?'

'Yes,' he answered, 'I don't see it too hard to understand.'

'Are you out of your fucking mind?!' Hunger and frustration had now exploded and Leo was being its victim. I was glad he was. 'I don't think if you know it or not but Leo, I have absolutely no fucking interest in being a good girl here and saving the world. It will be useless for you to keep me here anyways so let me go.'

'I won't,' his sharp jaw tightens as his furious eyes roam over my body, 'not until Marie orders me to.'

'Marie's orders my foot! I don't give a single damn about that Marie of yours. Let me go.'

'I do and I can't.' He said sternly that agitated me.

Instinctively, I turned around one more time and in a blink, twisted the knob. I jumped back as an ear-piercing alarm blared around the house. My eyes widened as the door didn't open but numerous footsteps drew towards me.

Leo, with his arms crossed over his chest, looked like nothing happened.

I heard a click and as I tipped my head to look past Leo's huge body, my eyes popped out of my sockets.

Five guns and three knives —in the hands of eight muscular men in their pyjamas—were pointed at me. 'Nobody move!' One of them called.

I wasn't planning either.

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