Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Out of the Shadows ❯ Children of the Night: Mila ( Chapter 13 )

Mila was born here in Russia. Her mother and father were very poor, but at least her dad had a job. She remembered her dad as a very frightened and pathetic man. He was a man that never dared to stand up for what he believed in, a man who always had a back -up plan in case of an emergency. And one day he just freaked out and packed his bags and left her and her mother to live a miserable life in poorness. Oh, how she hated him and despised him for being such a coward. Life was about taking risks and daring to do things, her father never learned to do anything of that. He always ran from his problems and tried to save his life by carrying a first aid -kit in his briefcase.

 

She'd always known that people were scared beings, who lived their lives playing after their role in the manuscript. They spent their whole lives clinging on to it. Too afraid to risk anything and really live, just focused on staying alive.

 

Then she went to school. Her mother wore herself half do death to pay for her schooling. She didn't make friends with anybody. Quietly, she hated and despised her classmates. All of them playing a stupid role instead of being who they were and live. Every role was filled, the popular guy, the prom queen, the cheerleaders, the athletes, the nerds, the quiet, the rebels, you could go on forever. And she despised them, because she saw what they really were. Lost, afraid, stupid, self-destructive and totally occupied with a pathetic search for the meaning with life. Although they all had the answer right in front of their noses, they all were too afraid to see it.

 

And one day she decided that she'd had enough. This wasn't how life was supposed to be, she wasn't a free being. She was trapped, trapped inside other peoples fear and misery. She was poor because people were too afraid to speak up fir their rights, no one had dared to speak up and say no to this new government. Everyone was scared, hiding. So she decided that it was time for her to move on, to the next life or whatever there was beyond death. It was a risk to take but she wasn't afraid to die. The only reason that people are afraid to die is because they're afraid of pain and because they don't know what's waiting beyond. But she wasn't afraid, and she was convinced that whatever it was that waited beyond, it would be something better than this.

 

The catholic bible tells that people of suicide are damned to hell. She knew this but she didn't care. She wasn't a catholic, and she didn't believe in God. How could God exist in this world? And if he did, why hadn't he saved her from this madness? No, she didn't believe.

 

And when the time came, she brought a dagger and went to the local cemetery. There stood a mausoleum and inside it, a tomb for an old king, or priest, or rich man, what did she care? She carefully sealed the door behind her, no one must expect that there had been someone in here. They mustn't come looking for her and find her. She didn't want to be buried in a coffin and have a priest praying for her soul. It wasn't God that had set her free, it was herself. The lid to the stone casket was heavy, very heavy and for a moment she feared that she wouldn't be able to move it. But she found the strength and the lid slide open, just as much as she needed. Not a millimeter more, she would be able to press her way inside. Just as she'd expected, the casket was empty, she'd red somewhere that they often were so. She brought her dagger and climbed down the deep tomb. Somehow, she got the lid back to its right place and knew that she was now trapped inside this casket. Buried alive, and somehow she felt that she'd never been more alive, those moment before she would die was the most intense and freeing in her whole life. And then she took the dagger and thrust it deep into her heart. She could see the blood but felt no pain. Her last earthly thought was:

 

“Free at last...”

 

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