Page 52 of Remi's War (Four Dark Horsemen 2)

After all these years, I’ve finally found her!

Only to stop abruptly when her harsh voice serves as cold water extinguishing my happy emotions about this reunion and announces that some dreams are never meant to come true.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Seven words.

Yet they crush and burn the hope that flourished in my chest all these years.

I found my twin.

But it seems my twin never wanted to be found in the first place.

Chapter Seven

“Sometimes, destiny gives you no other choice

but to put your soul on the devil’s altar and plead for mercy.

Even if everything inside you burns with hatred toward the darkness the vicious creatures reside in.”

Penelope

From Amalia’s Diaries…

I think my theory was right after all.

You have to pray for another monster to come and kill the one destroying your life if you want to live on.

Because only someone who is permanently smeared in evilness can extinguish his own kind. Besides, those who live in the darkness never willingly let go of those they trapped in their hell, and as such, there is no running away from them.

Blinding sunlight streams through the huge hospital window, brightening the spacious place and showcasing the magnificent glory. Birds chirp in the distance, announcing the arrival of a new day and basking in the spring weather. One of them pecks the glass, its gaze zeroed on me as it continues to knock several times and chirps again.

The rose and orchid smell tickles my nose, drawing my attention to the various flowers spread around the room. I also notice the couch several feet away and a round table, opposite the flat-screen TV hanging on the wall.

The voices from outside are muffled, with doctors and nurses periodically entering, checking my vitals, and giving me updates on my various injuries that are healing nicely, and I should be good to go in a few weeks.

After I have enough therapy to walk on my own and hold food inside without vomiting all over the floor.

Thankfully, they didn’t have to do anything with my arms, so I can write these entries, because the feelings battling inside me need an outlet; otherwise, they might overwhelm me. I don’t trust anyone here to handle my hysterics.

Not yet anyway.

Elijah had the brilliant idea to put me in the cell with another victim, who he called Emerald, so she would have some company. I think he was obsessed with her and forcibly kept her there, as she also had a lifeless expression shining in her eyes that I saw reflected back at me from the mirror.

However, I still acted my part and made her believe I was slightly off, because risking Elijah’s wrath wasn’t an option.

One night, the door was left open, and Emerald used this opportunity to grab my hand and run. The alarm rang so loudly I thought my ear drums would burst. We found the stairs, ready to escape together, when we stumbled into three men.

Although, I barely had time to focus on them, because I fell down the stairs and hit my head hard, already weeping inside my soul before oblivion claimed me that my new attempt proved to be useless and more torture awaited me.

Only, my predictions weren’t true.

The men who showed up didn’t work with or for Elijah. No, instead, they belonged to some kind of dark brotherhood, and they blew up the entire place, freeing all the hidden souls trapped inside it.

A king of the underworld and his faithful dark knights.

I woke up in a hospital room where doctors assured me they could fix all my wounds and advised me to stay on bed rest. I accepted their help, not wanting to bite the hand that saved me.

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