2517: An Original Story

Have you at any point made a decent attempt to be free, yet you can’t escape ‘fate’ or if nothing else that is the thing that ‘he’ had said.

It was 2517, everybody at 18 years old you were to be put through a progression of tests that figure out who you would spend whatever it is left of your existence with. You had no way out, for it didn’t make a difference. On the off chance that you were fortunate you would be given to somebody compassionate and conceivably begin to look all starry eyed at that individual. However in the event that you’re similar to me, well, you’re screwed.

My folks were all the more than glad to dispose of me, so when I turned of age they hurried me to the town where all the “enchantment” happens, where your flexibility is taken away in a town fittingly named… Dimfold. Dimfold was around two hours away which generally would pass by quickly, however when you’re with guardians that don’t need you, you’re met with a repulsive hush and a strained inclination noticeable all around.

Before long, my supposed mother had ended the frightening silence. “So would you say you are eager to meet your accomplice?” I chose to keep my mouth closed knowing I would be underhanded for whatever I was going to say. I mean, no doubt I’m so eager to be given to a brutal individual that I don’t know so they can utilize me as a question to play amusements with, I’m so eager to not have any opportunity, or have the capacity to begin to look all starry eyed at, it’s a blessing from heaven... obviously.

What did you expect me to say? Young ladies nowadays are seen as articles that need sustenance and water to survive. Following 10 minutes of gazing out the window and tallying each stop sign that streamed by. Twenty-seven. I chose to close my eyes, and fall into a sleep.

When I had woke up, we were in the town of Dimfold at the central building. Father was experiencing considerable difficulties stopping so he dropped us off at the principality entrance. We were late as it, is so mother gripped my hand and ran me toward the test, obviously we arrived without a moment to spare. It was “him” The man operating at a profit suit. My name resounded all through the building “ARABELLA MARIE!” my head jarred from the stun of being called. Mother and father glared at me with a look that said “get up there now or there will be consequences”.

I gradually stood up and shakily strolled to the front and entered the enormous blue entryways. Time passed decently fast it had appeared like minutes contrasted with hours until the point when I was permitted out of the terrible plain room. In the initial 40 minutes they watched me through a window… simply watching. I was shaky, as though I were a raging creature, they at long last had enough and opened the entryway my head shot up “If you don’t mind please let me out I can’t take it, ill  do anything PLEASE JUST LET ME GO!” At first my voice was calm when asking, yet I progressively got louder. Tears spilled down my face as the specialists looked in stun their opened mouths gradually transformed into a smile as they turned and left. “NO DON’T DO THIS PLEASE YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME HERE!” I shouted as the entryway pummeled behind them.

It felt like days in spite of the fact that I couldn’t precisely place anything. There were no windows, only a curtain with white dividers, a metal like cot with a thin sleeping cushion and exhausted pad in the correct corner alongside an old exhausted dresser sitting by it, and the left side of the room hung a window ornament and behind that shade was a latrine and sink… I felt as though I was being viewed constantly, it was irritating beyond belief. I pondered what was taking so long, as a rule it takes around 24 hours to be coordinated with your accomplice, and despite the fact that I don’t know to what extent I have been here I do realize that it’s been over 24 hours. Time passed gradually where in the end it came to the heart of the matter where I couldn’t take it, I felt insane, my contemplation’s had been crippling my thought. I needed to leave, simply let out,  I couldn’t take it. My pleads were silenced by hammering sounds; it was ‘him’. The driving force behind this entire situation.

“Hi how are you feeling?” I paused, and thought about whether he is really this pleasant, or possibly it’s a front. “Did anyone hurt you or touch you in any case? If it’s not too much trouble, answer me.”

“I-I-I’m fine… no they didn’t hurt or touch me. Are these answers fulfilling enough for you?” “I guess I am, however I highly recommend that you don’t use such a tone, do you comprehend me?” “Y-yes” His grimace gradually transformed into a grin. “Great now we shall go” he snatched my wrist and dragged me towards the entryway until the point when I developed the certainty to pull my wrist free and talk up “Where are you taking me!” he took a gander at me with a stunned articulation that gradually swung back to its unique shape, a grin “Home… After all, you’re mine now.”