Chapter 93
Dylan POV.
I felt my body toss and turn to try and get comfy, while my sleeping mind conjured up hallucinations of king Josh torturing me. I couldn't have been asleep for more than 2 hours when my own screams of pure terror woke me.
I jolted up in bed, gasping for breath while frantically looking at my unfamiliar surroundings, sweat poured from my body as I tried to regain my senses. Remembering slowly that I had managed to enter the rebellions base.
The sunlight was seeping in through the window to the RV I was in, but the confined space of it was making my heartbeat erratically faster than before, I had been locked up so much recently that I needed to feel the fresh air in order to truly feel safe, and this RV was causing a previously unknown feeling of claustrophobia to take over me.
I instantly scrambled out of from under the bed sheets and bolted to the door, throwing it open in my haste. The warm air enveloped me as I clumsily tumbled down the little steps outside and pushed my body up off the floor. Both my head and my back then quickly leaned and rested on the RV wall, as my hand came up to clench the fabric of the T-shirt that rested on my chest over my heart.
My panic eased ever so slightly as I fought to even my breath out. Even when I was away from him, the king was still tormenting me.
After a solid 20 minutes of just breathing and trembling I managed to just about calm myself. I must have looked completely psychotic as I mumbled to myself over and over again that the king in fact was not there, and couldn't hurt me physically anymore.
I don't think it had quite sunk in yet that I was in fact free. Every fibre of my being was anticipating king Josh finding me, and I knew that if he did manage to locate me then I really would wish for death.
It was My stomach that actually managed to bring me out of my dark thoughts as it growled loudly, the hand clutching at my chest lowered instantly to my stomach dragging a sigh out with the movement. I was starving again.
It was a known fact that I had a lot of catching up to do in regards to basic human needs. I needed nutrients, and I needed sleep, one of which I knew I wasn't going to get. One last long breath escaped my lungs and my head turned to view the area I was in.
It was completely unfamiliar to me, but the large medical tent was directly in front of me. It was a fair walk away, but one long straight line of a walk and I would be right outside it. I vaguely knew my way from there.
I recalled being told where the dining tent was and slowly began to make my way to it. I was unsure about the time of day but if I hadn't in fact been asleep for that long then breakfast should have still been getting served.
And it was good that might be able to calm me down fully.
After another good 10 minutes of walking I made it to the largest tipi in the entire camp. It was bustling with people holding trays full of plates of food and chatting idly amongst themselves. I hadn't seen anywhere as lively in the entirety of the new world, in fact, I genuinely didn't even know people could still be so care free.
I entered slowly and was met with the scent of freshly cooked food which made my mouth instantly begin to salivate. My stomach started to growl continuously and my eyes darted around trying to locate the line to join in order to get food.
I took a single step forward but was jolted back when a child dropped her fork right at my feet. She must have been around Freddie's age as she picked it up and looked at me sheepishly.
"Sorry, lady." She smiled before running off again with her fork in her hand. Instantly my eyes dropped to the back of my own hand where four tiny dots of scars rested in a horizontal line. Flashes of the king stabbing his own fork into my flesh shot through me and my heart rate quickened yet again. Could I really not do anything without being reminded of the king?
I swallowed thickly and let my eyes move around again only to find myself breathing quicker. There were too many people, there was too much noise, and as bad as it sounds there were too many happy faces. I was out of my depth, and my anxiety levels reached their peak when a pregnant lady met my gaze.
"Are you alright?" Was I hyperventilating again? "Oh my goddess, you're queen Dylan!" I heard a few murmurs of the title come from many people and chatter died down very quickly, as more and more eyes met my panicking form. "You're really here..." The woman's gentle hand softly rested on my upper arm but that action alone caused me to jolt away from her in terror.
My head darted from one strange face to the next as the fight or flight reflex kicked in. My fists clenched together and the urge to punch the pregnant woman shot through me like lightening, but instead my panic attack intensified and I bolted from the tent as fast as my muscleless legs could go. I didn't know where I was running too, I just knew I had to get away from everyone before I accidentally lashed out from freight.
King Josh had a lot to fucking answer for! He'd completely ruined me!
I was in an entirely unknown place, I was alone and I was terrified.
I felt like nothing more than a small scared child who needed her mommy or daddy to come and get rid of the monsters under her bed, but my monsters were very real, and my parents had been mutilated and murdered by them.
A sob left my lips as I finally stopped running after coming to a large beautiful lake. My hands rested on my knees as tears streamed down my face while quick breathless pants met my lips.
Beautiful birds could be heard tweeting in the high treetops all around me, and crickets were chirping in the long grass that sat around the lake while I continued to hyperventilate. It was as if the animals around me were mocking me, they were free to make as much noise as they possibly wanted meanwhile I was reminded about just how trapped I had truly been.
My hands made their way to my ears and I pressed firmly trying to block out all the noise around me. I fell to my knees in total termoil and couldn't stop myself as loud agonising scream left my mouth, which made its way back to my ears through the echo of the clearing.
I was done, I curled up into a tight ball on the grass next to the deep blue lake as my mind finally gave into the pain and grief I had been feeling.
I was selfish, so fucking selfish, because in that moment, I wasn't thinking about my mom, or my dad, or even the little brother I had left behind.
No, my mind was on one thing and one thing only, and that was myself. I was thinking solely about the person who I used to be and just how fucked up that little girl had become.
I was free... At the very least I was supposed to be free. Everything that I had been through had all been leading up to this, to me finally being here and away from the kings sadistic claws.
However it was only in that freedom that I truly found out just how trapped I still was.
My freedom would never be fully within reach.
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