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Wandering Star

Chapter Two: Epilogue

I sit here at this quiet station in the countryside. I contemplate the world around me and feel as if I am in a scene of a movie or a book. This makes me laugh because maybe you – if you even exist- whoever you are, are reading this in a book. But I doubt these words will ever escape my head. It is beautiful in its quaintness and I can’t help but wonder if much has changed since it was first built many years ago. When was I last here? Oh I remember now. Like today the sun was shining, the sky was blue and the birds were twittering in the calm cool breeze. Except then there were not three armed men surrounding me, watching my every move. Not the armed men that I grew to know. No, men that I will never see behind their guard because really they are insignificant. Not like those that you will meet or have already met. Confused yet? Don’t worry this is really quite a simple story but by no means good. Be prepared for the contradictions that will come your way, because life is perverse and sooner or later we have to deal with it. Unfortunately I took my time and I paid for it.

I have often wished to write a story and I have often failed. They were simply too extravagant, an imagination of the mind, too far fetched to really create anything substantial. Once, someone great told me to stick to what you know. So here is my story. I promise you there will be no happy ending for there is not always in life. I tell you now, this is a love story, for isn’t love at the centre of it all?

Love that is bad, love that is good, love for, love with and love of. For love is one of the greatest emotions of our beings but it is also one of the most soul destroying of emotions. Some claim that a life without love is to live a bare existence – they have not experienced the true woes of love. And those that slander love – they have not experienced the true joys of love. I have experienced both and so now I shall reveal. But before I begin I must tell you something. It is not particulary vital but it would be too obvious to hide. He is dead. Perhaps this spoils my story. But the man that I felt for he is gone. Maybe I will be lucky and join him soon. That is if they decide to execute me for my crimes. This story is already backwards but it is so fucked up its not true.

After I was knocked out a man named Sam carried me to a place hidden in the forests. The air was stagnant. I remember that when I awoke with a thudding headache. It was grim, the grey walls closing in on me, the silence apart from the buzzing yellow light above my head. I stroked my head feeling the bruised skin at the back of my head. My clothes were still damp and still against my skin. That was a good sign, at least I hadn’t been “tampered with” - so to speak.

I was underground and I knew this because the man – called Sam – said so. He walked through a door and announced. “We are underground. So any escape attempt won’t be easy. Feel free to try though.”

“What makes you think I want to escape?”

He chuckled. “Because everyone longs for a fucking escape.”

Now as I sit here I understand the full meaning of his words. I have been trapped all my life. Only once have I felt free. But that – that is for later. I must leave now, the train is here. Before I go I must ask you - have you ever felt like their was no escape? That you were truly alone in the world? I doubt you have. I have no one now, even though I am surrounded. They mean nothing. And I am nothing now. If you can imagine that, you are a millimeter closer to how I feel. I told you it wasn't a happy story. There are glimpses of light though - there always is.

AUTHORS NOTE: Don't know what to make of this chapter! It's strange. I know epilogue is meant to be at the end of a story, but I am experimenting. Thank you to those who commented. In the last chapter I did make it so the two POV were clearly defined but unfortunatly fictionpress mucked up my formatting. Hopefully this is better... Anyway look forward to your comments as always. The chapters will get longer I promise!