The Artifice: Prologue
Give me liberty or give me death.
I admire that man Patrick greatly for his courage, for saying what he thought and felt; one and the same, his hand and heart were in concord. He would rather die than to live under any coercion.
I wish I could say I had the same audacity.
Death doesn't terrify me, but of course no one is fearless. I fear being trapped, caged forever like a bird too frightened to risk its life for a taste of the freedom beyond the bars. More than that, my true terror lies with the ones I love, which is now the reason why I am in this mess.
Darkness had consumed me, holding me pinned to the solid blackness at my back. The silence was almost piercing, my ears screaming and eyes straining too hard to try and see something around the inky black. Voice gone and breathing difficult, I had no choice but to remain there, still as always and wait to see what my dream threw at me this time.
It was only torture, no matter when or where I slept, always a reminder, always a curse.
Faces appeared; beings barely visible but they were there, I could feel them and hear them. Murmuring words and uttering sentences I remember them telling me.
We loved you, Leah.
Leah, come to us.
We hate you Leah.
Leah, free us.
And as always, I would wake with a gasp and feeling like I had not even slept because in a way I am sure that I haven't. The whispers and screams still ring fresh in my ears, their soft caresses and harsh touches still tingle and ache on my skin.
As Patrick Henry had said; "it is natural for man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts."
I just pray that I have the strength to stop from falling into an illusion that I cannot escape from; where I may lose my sense of reality and turn into that monster.
Yet as I sit in the car, skin crawling with sweat and looking at the man driving, I knew I didn't have full control. Just as now, this man was driving my life down a road that I had no idea where it ended. He noticed me staring and smiled at me. I would say that he was handsome young man, but sometimes the book cover was always better than the story behind it. I flinched away, turning my head to stare out at the changing scenery.
'Sleep well?'
The urge to punch his was so strong that I clenched my fist, but I was not going to act on it. It was just what he wanted; a little canary in his steel cage that sang for him. That pleasure he would never receive from me.
His chuckle was taciturn and his hand moved to stroke the crystal pendant he wore around his neck. I watched his reflection, knowing that he knew I was observing.
'Don't worry. Do this one last thing for me and everything will be as I promised.'
One last thing, one last lie; such a despot he was.
Now and like so many times before, my heart and hand were not in concord.
We pulled into the town of Ipswich and all I could do was fall into this illusion again and pray that I would not find myself lost.
I was trapped, there was no escape for me; not even death would offer me liberty.
My life is a deception.
I cannot die.
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Silver-Kirin xXx