THUNDERFIST : Iron Rebellion

CHAPTER 12

Cassian

(A/N = Triggering and sensitive content)

Getting back from the hospital safely, it was my first priority to find that person who actually brought me to the hospital, to save my life. He had paid the bills even, and yet, I know nothing about him. I don’t want to stay under debt forever. I will pay this off.

But who could this person be? As far as my mind worked, I don't know a single person who will actually do this to me. 

This constant thought was giving me a headache and I am no longer in action, I need my rest. Standing in front of the door of my apartment, i took out the fake key to unlock it. Maybe i lost my original one somewhere.

Leave it! I have lost a lot already, a mare key won’t be something that needs attention. Finally, picking up the lock and getting inside, the apartment looked odd to me. I frowned and thought that it was because I stayed for a week in hospital, but my mind was alerting me about something I couldn't point out.

Leaving the stuff behind, at the gate, suddenly, a cloud of darkness covered my eyes and all I remembered was that I was falling.

“Are you sure?” I heard a faint voice around me but because of this darkness, I couldn't see a damn thing.

“Yes! This is safe for the baby as well, or someone will think that you kidnapped the baby.” a female, yet familiar voice said to the person.

“I don’t know! I am worried about him. His family is no more. Can’t i just adopt him?” that voice, serious and stern, yet delivers so much power with gentle touch.

“You can but do you think it’s safe for you, for him? What if something happens to you and he is left alone?” the lady’s voice was filled with concern.

“I understand what he means to you but keeping him away from you is the only way. He will survive, because he is just a moist clay yet. When his time will come, you will shape him into the thing he was meant to become.” the lady assured that man.

“I can’t thank you enough for this favor. I don’t know if i will ever repay you even.” the man said with heaviness in his voice, i bet he was already pouring tears as i heard him sniffle.

“You don’t have to repay me! I am not doing this because of money or this duty. I have raised all these orphans not because it’s my job. It’s because my god told me that i have to take care of them as my own children.” she was giggling and trying to lift heaviness in the air.

“Thank you!” he said and then I felt a pat on my head, “one day, little one, we will meet and then I will tell you the tale of the bravest queen.”

“Please, take care of Cassian, Sister Abigail!” the man said his words and the dream ended.

I gasped and woke up immediately. I was still panting until I realised I was in my home, lying on the floor. There I understood what happened. I was dreaming. But why did it feel so real? I passed out here but why? Maybe i am still weak and recovering, but I need rest.

I laid on the chair and was deeply concerned about a dream I just had. But i got hit by something. The man in my dreams mentions Sister Abigail. She was my nun in an orphanage. Does that mean she had to do something with the man in my dreams. Was he the same person who saved my life?

I don’t know! I was overthinking, drunk on this poison. What is happening with me. I put my hands on my face and swept them down. Palpating from anxiety, I couldn't understand what was happening with me? My whole body was on fire, not again. It felt so hot on the skin. I needed a bath and ran to the bathroom.

When I turned the faucet on, no water came out and in frustration, I punched the wall in front of me. 

“AHHHHHHH!!!’ I was screaming and pulling my hair vigorously.

“I need that!! I need that!!!” chanting these words like a mantra.

I run here and there in my apartment, going through every drawer and cabinet to look for the plastic bag I hide somewhere.

I thought i won’t be doing this again but i can’t stop my sense of not caring for it.

I keep throwing things on the floor when that packet wasn’t found. I was like I lost a treasure. Every passing second, I was at the edge of losing my sanity, and then I found it, under the mattress. 

I pulled the bag containing that sparkling white powder in it. A wide grin was pasted on my lips. I opened the bag immediately and increment it in sections. I folded a paper to make a thin pipe and snorted the coke through my nose. Feeling the ecstasy and the rushing of the adrenaline, making me excited. I was running in my apartment and lifted all the objects in the earlier.

Suddenly, I had this urge to throw up and I rushed into the bathroom. Messing the floor while struggling to stand, my vomit spilled on my clothes and I fell back.

My muscles were stiff and I couldn't move my fingers. Laying and watching the ceiling for hours, I waited and waited to fall asleep but the sleep fled. 

My senses were disabled, sort of and I couldn't think of anything. Just a lying piece of s**t I was. And then, I heard a commotion inside my house. Before I could struggle to keep up, I saw three officers dragging me outside my house. 

They were from the rehab center, but who informed them? My eyes glanced at him and I understood what actually happened to me. Is he doing this because I destroyed that chip? Or is he trying to pull this out because he wants me to submit to them?

I stared deadly in his eyes until the door of the ambulance closed.