Chapter One
-Prologue-
The beginning is the most important part of the work
When searching for something you never seen or heard of before, it's important to never give up. If you do, your journey was in vain. You need to continue 'till the end.
That's the exact words I've heard so many times, from so many people. Maybe they're right. Maybe I shouldn't give up now. Now that I've worked so hard, been through so much pain and hard work. I know that I shouldn't give up. I know I know I know I know...
Lying here, on a dirty floor, blood and mud under my fingernails I feel like giving up. I want to give up, and let destiny decide what's going to happen to me. Maybe I'll live, maybe someone will find me before they do... Maybe I don't. Maybe I'll die, either by their hands or starvation. The possibilities are endless.
As a tear rolls down my cheek, I start thinking about Him. Not God, since I don't believe in him, no, someone far more important. Someone who is mightier to me than any God could ever be. The reason why I started this journey. Dimitri.
Adrenalin is making it's way through my veins, forcing me to stand up. The tear lands on my lip, and it tastes salty. I feel so thirsty, remembering that I haven't had anything to drink -or eat-, in days. Even though I'm exhausted, and both mentally an physically in the end, my body is fighting. I want to survive. I'm not gonna die here, I'm not gonna let the people I love down. I start searching through the boxes and cabinets, ignoring the ache that comes from my bandage covered arm. The bandage is really a dirty old rag that I had to put around my arm, as the shot wound wasn't stopping to bleed.
I find a small box in one of the cabinets, and open it with shaky hands. It's a small dynamite. I instantly know what to do. I place the dynamite in front of the door, and take out the lighter I always have in my pocket. As soon as the small ignition tape starts burning, I run to the other end of the small room, behind the cabinets and boxes. I know that I might die, since I have no idea how strong the dynamite is. Time seems to have slowed down. I hug myself, prepared to die.
"Be with me mom" I whisper. Then the dynamite explodes.