Prologue
The smell of death stained the air,
assaulting my nose and filling my lungs with its unwelcome aroma. With it –
came the horrible feeling of sickness and the fear of the unknown.
The scenario of dead people surrounding me,
and others struggling for their lives as they fought for their breaths wasn't
new to me. I'd seen it before. The only difference this time was that I wasn't
that scared little girl, anymore. No, I was a horrified fully grown up woman.
For the past few days, I knew that
everything would be okay, at the end. It was the only thing that kept me going.
I refused to let go. I refused to give the chance for anxiety to start stabbing
at my heart, or hold my brain in its disgusting claws.
But, now … I didn't know how to keep that
strength, anymore. I didn't know how to keep it together while feeling this
agonizing pain in my body, or this unbearable hurt in my chest. It was much
more than what I could tolerate.
Screaming my heart out seemed like a pretty
good idea. Something in me believed that it would give me some sort of relief.
But, I couldn't even do that. I didn't know if it would mean my rescue or if it
would only bring attention to me. The kind of attention that I didn't want.
So, I held my screams in, but I couldn't
hold my tears, anymore. They simply flew, just like the blood that was seeping
out of my body. I had no control over either of them.
I wasn't mad at myself for crying, no. I
was proud of the strength I'd shown since I was brought here. Mazen would be
proud of me, as well.
Mazen … my heart snuck to my stomach at the thought of the
last time I'd seen him. My mind played the image of him: his head was held
high, and he stood tall, his features were colder than ice and the look in his eyes
were harder than stone.
I remembered the tears I'd shed as I
watched him spitting orders and yelling commands. I remembered the struggle I
felt to keep breathing as I heard him threatening and promising the
unthinkable.
I remembered calling him – and him never
answering me.
I remembered exactly when my heart broke.
And I reminded myself of when I had decided to never show weakness ever again.
But seeing everything that was happening
now – I knew it was probably the end. There was no point in not showing
weakness, nor there was a point in keeping it together.
I screamed.
With the top of my lungs.
My scream spoke of all of what I was
feeling for the past days: the hurt, the pain, the fear, the worry, the shame …
and the broken heart.
All it had given me was a split second of
relief, but I knew very well that it could be heard beyond those doors. I knew
it could be the cry of the prey which made the way to catch it easier for its
attackers.
It couldn't be undone, and I didn't have it
in me to regret it. I was ready to meet my fate.
~GC~
Are you trying to torture us, give us that and then make us wait! Can't wait until the book comes out!
ReplyDeleteOh My God. This was... just.. wow. You'de unbelievably talented in keeping everyone on their toes, woman! Amazing! Love all three of them. One day... I am going to read three of them in one go. And that day I will feel I'm in heaven. Keep up the good job!
ReplyDeleteOkay, you won again! You captured me with just a few paragraphs. Omigosh! The suspense is killin' me... Have mercy & give it to us already!
ReplyDeleteJust recd the first 2 books - can't wait
ReplyDeleteWhen is the release date for this book?
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