Reluctance

Ignoring the noise and pressing her head under her pillow, she idly thought of a new beginning.

You think escaping is a solution?

Her mind echoed what the other half of her thought.

Any other way out?

Apparently not.

All her life, Kyrvan had stayed in her humble home, full of complacency.

Fault myself? You know I’ll never truly accept that.

She felt suffocated and weak. She was wasting her life away.

Another useless person.

She had become someone she thought she despised, of no use in society.

The muffled sounds grew louder, followed by something fragile being smashed.

Kyrvan slowly sat up. She attempted to look around her unlit room, but to no avail.

Great, she thought. I’m as blind as I am useless.

Do you want to live your life out and die here?

Or would you rather decide where you want to go?

That did it.

She would leave before the break of dawn.

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As she finished preparing, she saw the glistening of something in her drawer.

A necklace.

Her necklace.

I remember.

The necklace was from her parents.

Those were happier times.

“Daddy, mommy! Look at that rock! It’s so shiny!” Her father smiled at her and said, “I’ll make you a necklace from it.” Grinning from ear-to-ear, she asked excitedly, “Really?!” Her mother kissed her gently, smiled and nodded.

I can never go back.

She slowly lowered the necklace back into her mahogany drawer, eyes clouded with thought.

Memories and feelings flooding back into her.

Should she stay or should she go?

I’m sorry; she thought silently, her apology never reaching her parents.

With a quick swipe, she once again took the necklace and clasped it around her neck.

Goodbye forever.

She crouched over the windowsill and jumped.

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Kyrvan landed on her feet with a soft thud.

Looking back at her home, she saw that house was entirely dark except for the dimly lighted hall window, where two familiar figures seemed to be arguing.

Pulling her cloak tighter around her, she lit the lantern in her cold hands as she started to walk on the worn path that led away from the two closest to her.

As her house grew less and less visible, she stopped and looked back for the last time.

Farewell.

Slowly shrinking into a barely-lighted speck on the horizon, she turned around and continued walking, never to return.

THE END