The Search for Freedom

Many days passed by, but I hadn't gotten any information about those merciless gangsters who killed my parents. I had already sent some men to find them. The police, too, didn't have any update regarding this. I should create posters telling people that they could receive a big reward if they could tell me anything about my parents' death.

It was already night. I was alone in my room. I lie alone on my bed, listening to music and thinking of my parents until it hurts. But what else could I do? Tormented and torn apart.

If my parents were not dead, I wouldn't be lying on that bed anymore. Perhaps I was playing outside the mansion, traveling to other places, sightseeing, and learning about how immense the world was. But everything that happened was the opposite of what I wanted.

The light inside my room suddenly disappeared. I could see nothing but darkness. I could feel the cool air from the window's crack. The hairs on my arms and legs stood up as the diaphanous curtains danced with the wind.

I sprang from my bed and looked for the lighter that I had put somewhere, but I couldn't find it. I went towards the window and raised the curtains. I'd rather feel the cool air than be in a room where I could see nothing.

Using the lighter, I tried to light a candle, but it wouldn't give light because of the blowing air. It would be better to lie on my bed and sleep. I didn't need a light if I was going to sleep, because I'd still close my eyes.

I walked towards my soft, upholstered bed, laid down, and closed my eyes. I was quite capable of sleeping with the cool air until I saw something, though my eyes were both closed.

It was the pinkish cloud which was showing me something odious. A boy who was hurting a pitiable girl. I went near and touched it to know if it was true or I was just dreaming. There was something, such as a strong force coming from the cloud, and it pulled me inside.

"Aah... Aaahh... Aaaahhh... Aaaahhhh!" I groaned.

The strong force was absorbing me. I felt like it was grinding my whole body. After a few seconds, I fell down on the pile of withered leaves.

"Where am I?" was the question that crossed my brain. "Where's my bedroom?" Where's the mansion? Where am I?"

I looked around and noticed that I was in a place covered with withered leaves from trees. I also noticed the sun was near the horizon. The leaves were falling to the ground as the breeze whispered, making them dance. I tried to calm myself. Maybe it was a dream again.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

I saw a boy kicking a girl near to the hard wall that surrounded the place. They were the ones who I saw on the pinkish cloud a while ago. I was confused about why it was afternoon there and not evening. I didn't know where I was. I didn't even know how to go back. I was slightly uncomfortable there. It wasn't the place I most wanted. But I could do nothing, so I turned my attention to the boy who was kicking the poor girl.

He was wearing a baggy black shirt, black slacks, and white long sleeves. He had wearing a baggy black shirt, black slacks, and white long sleeves. He had short, curly black hair. The poor girl was wearing a purplish-blue skirt and a white shirt striped with purple fabric, and she had long, banded, curly black hair.

"Hey!" I exclaimed. "What are you doing to her?"

The boy stared at me with blazing red eyes. He seemed to be an addict taking illegal drugs. Perhaps that was the reason why he hurt innocent people, like what he was doing to the girl. He suddenly ran towards me and tried to bite me. He wasn't an ordinary boy, for he was strong and fast and seemed like a zombie in the movie (Train to Busan).

Because of my fear of being bitten by his sharp teeth, I kicked him with all my force, which made him tumble away. Perhaps he was out of consciousness because he hadn't moved there for a while. I went to the girl and helped her stand up. I noticed that she was beautiful: she had a high nose, pink lips, white skin, and brown eyes. She might be younger than me.

"Are you okay?" I asked in a compassionate manner.

"Thank you for saving me from that zombie!" She replied.

I looked at the boy. Maybe she called him "zombie" because of what he was doing. Suddenly, and startlingly, he stood up firmly and ran towards us. He tried to bite the girl who was leaning against the wall. The boy had sharp teeth that glistened when stroked by the sunlight. He appeared to be a bloodthirsty vampire looking to suck the girl's blood.

I had no choice but to pick up the large stone from the ground and hit the boy in the nape. His head cracked and a dull, whitish, soft, watery, inexplicable thing exploded from his skull. "You're a killer! You're a killer!" The girl shouted with mixed emotions, then cried. "You killed my brother! You killed him."

She quickly ran towards the exit as if there were many demons chasing her, and she didn't want to be captured. That was why she ran quickly and stumbled over the wood that was in her way. She stood up and continued running towards the exit of the walled place.

I was looking at my hands and thinking about how I did that kind of thing. I wasn't a killer! What I did was simply self-defense, because if I didn't kill that boy, he might have been the one to kill me. I didn't mean anything. I didn't mean to kill anyone. I didn't want to be imprisoned!

What should I do? I was in a place that I didn't know. I didn't have anything there. How could I survive? Perhaps I will just die. The clear liquid from my eyes dripped down to the withered leaves.

Minutes elapsed, I heard and saw the police cars had stopped at the entrance of the walled place. But before they entered, a pinkish cloud appeared several feet away from me. The strong force from it absorbed me. It spun and grinded my body, making me lose consciousness.