When Time Doesn’t Exist

Prologue

In an abandoned city where they thought no humans could be found living, a mentally unstable girl was the only one who survived because of the deadly virus that once roamed around. It is so unusual for a 15-year-old girl to survive alone. She clearly doesn’t want to live anymore because she doesn’t want to experience more pain but it seems like death doesn’t want her either. Their subdivision is as quiet as a room full of soundproof wallpapers. Not even a single sound can be heard in their subdivision except for Lyn’s screams of anger and fear. It seems like every day is repeating for her. She wakes up, cooks meals for herself, then sleeps to waste her time. Sometimes, she doesn’t have any appetite to eat meals so she stares at the white ceiling that looks like it would collapse anytime soon. The entire room doesn’t even look like a room anymore because of a pile of trash that was sitting in the corner. There are windows in her room but they are secured by strong metals and it looks like the poor girl was in jail. The metals that were securing her windows are not exactly like in jail. It is thick and it is covering the whole window. Not even a single ray of light can be seen in the room so no one would ever know if it is day or night. The pillars that help the whole house stand alone by themselves are slowly breaking into small pieces like her life.

“Lyn, sweetie,” someone said, coming outside from behind the door of her old room.

She heard it clearly so she stood up from laying on her messy bed and she went to look behind the wooden door where it came from. Lyn went to turn the doorknob, hoping that someone was really there.

As soon as she opened the door widely, no one was there and silence welcomed her. It is a dull room.

The furniture and the small pieces of broken glass from the porcelain vase were still scattered on the floor. There are no changes because the room is still messy as her life.

“You’re hallucinating again!” she said to herself with annoyance as she pulled her greasy hair to put her anger on it.

Her musty long black hair is full tangled and she was wearing her pink dress which is her sleepwear for a long time ever since she lived alone by herself for five years.

She didn't have enough sleep last night so her bags under her eyes were clearly visible and she looks like a living dead. Lyn hasn't taken a bath for a long time, and no one knows how disgusting she smells.

Their house looked fancy a long time ago but as time went by, the paint and wallpapers started to fall and fade eventually. Lyn’s room used to be clean and minimalist but as soon as everything wasn’t taken care of, the rust from the metals of her bed headboard was already staining the white bed sheet. Her pillows and things were all over the floor. Everything was messy like her life. There are dried bloodstains everywhere. After all, she once tried to kill herself without knowing that she was actually doing it because her consciousness was sometimes wandering around. There are no chandeliers and ceiling fans can be seen in their house either because they are all broken. Lyn already did all types to kill herself easily but she didn’t succeed.

“Dolly, let’s play,” said Lyn to her small doll while she was holding her left hand’s doll and swaying it, hoping that it would talk and move.

“She really is childish even though she’s already a 15-year-old dummy,” a voice from her head tried to catch Lyn’s attention.

She was annoyed by it because she thought someone was actually there, whispering in her ear. Lyn had enough.

“Why did they have to leave me?” asked Lyn as her tears fell down on her cheek while looking at her doll with anger and fear.

Her mood changes from time to time as quickly as in the blink of an eye. No one would ever stand her attitude and no one would ever try once.

Lyn looked at her only doll and after a minute of looking at it, she realized that her doll’s face was ripped and it doesn’t look like a doll anymore. She immediately stood up from the cold floor while still staring at it with her eyes wide open. She felt sad and scared at the same time because she did not know who did that to her only toy. Little did she know that she was the one who wrecked it by her own self because she frequently lost her mind.

“No... no… no.. no!” she shouted as she slowly went to grab her doll.

“Who did this to you?” asked Lyn to her doll, expecting it to answer her question but it did not answer her which makes Lyn cry even more because she has nothing to talk to now.

She grabbed all the pieces of cotton that were scattered all around the cold floor in their living room and she put it back to her doll. After an hour of her looking at her ripped doll, she felt bored because she has nothing to do now. Her gaze went to the door that didn't have any locks. The windows were all securely locked with a metal bar on them so she can’t obviously break them. She literally forgot that the people who took her parents didn’t lock the door.

“Look Dolly, the door isn’t locked the whole time,” she told her doll while looking at the door as her smile went up, reaching her ears.

“What if I try to step out of this house once?” whispered Lyn to herself, before cackling and standing up quickly while carrying her doll.

She walked slowly to the metal door without hesitation and held the silver door knob to turn it. A loud creek was heard by her as she pushed the cold door away from her. As soon as her eyes met the dazzling brightness from the outside, it made her eyes squint because they cannot handle the natural light.

She started to move her barefoot on the cold ground. Those green grasses on the side of the broken pathways were not as green as it was anymore. Everything is dull and faded but Lyn still finds it admirable and aesthetically pleasing to her eyes. She does love everything she's looking at right now even though the sky is completely white. The atmosphere has a deafening silence but that’s what makes Lyn love it even more.