I was watching the clock tick, seconds after seconds, my heartbeat was in rythm with the clock, my breath getting hard, making me put an effort just in taking in air into my lungs.
12 minutes left, and I was just hiding inside my room like Liam had requested from me, asking me to hide for the meantime. With eyes never leaving the walk clock, I was taken aback when the door was pushed open, I almost jumped out of bed in fear, heartbeat increasing by 3x than it already was. It was Liam, he's back and he wasn't looking any happier, but I have to ask, I just have to hear what he has to say, have to know whether they at least changed the decision, considering the fact he had gone to make a plea, he's a Patrick right?.
Standing before him, hands trying to grip his biceps, but because of their huge size, I can only get to grab the material of his top. “ What happened?, What did they say?, Have they made any decisions yet?....”
I pressed, throwing question after question, wanting to know whether they're willing to spare me, changing the challenge into something else, anything in that listed board, I'm ready to accept. He just waved his head, disappointment written across his face before he threw his stare down, like he couldn't get himself to look into my face.
That's when adrenaline came rushing through me, hands shaking out in fear, vibrating too fast that I can't even use them to grab anything from the floor, I was walking back slowly, trying to get myself to breath properly, but couldn't, it felt like I was standing right in the face of death and couldn't do anything about it.
He came forward to hold me, but I raised my hand up, signalling him to stay back, to stay away. On his face was nothing but fear and pain, wanting to save me, but yet couldn't get to do anything because right now, he's just powerless. I cleaned my face with my palms, trying to wake up from this dream, from this illusion, but it doesn't feel like it's a dream, it's all real and I know that.
“ I'm really sorry babe....”
He spoke again, coming at me, but I just got myself stepping back until I got to the bed area, eyes traveling to the time, I can see that I just have less than 6 minutes, I guess my fate is sealed, it's about time I find ways to stay alive.
Without allowing him to get his hands on me, I walked out of the room, immediately I stepped out, my eyes began traveling around, across the areas of the building, still putting on my wedding dress, so funny that I was going to lose my life on my wedding day, just unbelievable.
I headed towards the kitchen area. This wasn't something I can plead about right?, If I can't protect myself by pleading, then I should by fighting for survival. Stepping into the kitchen, I realized that Maya was in there, she was in tears at the corner angle of the kitchen, looking more like she was in agony because of my sealed fate.
“ Why are you crying Maya?....”
She was taken aback hearing my voice, shoulders vibrating, showing that she wasn't expecting me, like I was never supposed to be here right now. Her eyes were wide open, staring right into mine, wearing her fears in her sleeves.
“ What are you doing here Lizzy?!.... You should be hiding, you should've gotten somewhere to stay in right now, you shouldn't be wandering around....”
Oh yes, I agree with her, I shouldn't be here wandering around, as well as I shouldn't be here gisting about my problems. I just grabbed myself a kitchen knife, am I going to use them?, I don't know, but at least I should have them, would be ready to use them immediately the situation calls for it. I was about leaving the kitchen, knowing that this might possibly be my last conversation with another human than this animals filled under this roof, I gave her a hug, a hug that didn't linger because I was well beyond time.
“ Where will you be hiding?.....”
She asked behind me, I turned around, I have no idea of what to actually answer, I have no plans on the spot to actually hide. I was staring back into her glassy eyes, though it was quite dark around because of the pattern the building was built into, I can still clearly tell that she was crying. “ I don't know Maya, but I think you should leave that to me.....”
Without waiting for her to voice out another idea, I left the kitchen. My plan right now was the store room, it's a position they possibly will believe I can be found in, so they wouldn't possibly think that I'm stupid enough to hide somewhere like that, because I'll be easily seen, that's the perfect spot to hide in, only one who's quite insensible would come looking for me there.
Stepping into the sitting room, which was the center of the building, connecting to every room, I noticed the change. The painting that was there which was covered with a cloak has been opened, and to my surprise, that wasn't actually a painting, rather statues, three of them in line, each of them owning a window spot, a huge window spot, looking like they were staring right down at me.
It's the statue of the angel of death, but this time, it wasn't carrying a sickle with long sharp edges, instead each of them where carrying a sacrificial pot, every of the pot were on fire, the one at the right was carrying the pot with both hands, the one on the left was holding its own up, and the one in the middle seems to be offering its pot away, what's the meaning of this?.