Skyla
My life had been going downhill, with no escape route. Right now, I was curled up on the makeshift vanity table Ed had placed in my room.My mouth slightly parted in confusion as I watched Ed try to convince me to go to the annual ball after the incident with the mayor two days agoI scoffed in disbelief, glaring at him. “You can’t be serious, right?I watched him clear his throat, his jaw ticking with frustration. “I am dead serious” he said in a firm voice, not backing down from my glare. “You need to make new connections, Sky. We are going under if you do not use this opportunity.”I hissed sharply, my nostrils flaring with anger as I watched him drop the invitation letter on my nightstand table.A tight smile spread on his face. “You don’t have a choice, Sky. I would ring Steph, we need to make you look presentable”And with that, he was gone, not even bothering to ask me if I was good. I mean, XavieSKYLAThe very first thing I felt was pain – the kind of pain that drove you to the edge, the kind that stayed, poking, stoking, and brandishing you.I felt panic wash over me immediately, choking me through my neck as I tried to fight hard against the feeling. Tried hard to keep myself afloat.My eyes fluttered open to a harsh white ceiling, the hum of machines and the all too – clean scent of antiseptic. My throat felt dry, and my whole body, including my eyelids, felt heavy and unfamiliar.But none of that mattered.“Mom,” I rasped, the words tumbling out my cracked lips. “Mom? Where’s my mom,” I called out desperately, trying my best to get off the bed, as I tried to rip the drip off, The sound of machine beeping dangerously filled the thin air.The panic surged faster than my pain, I tried sitting up, but I couldn’t even bring myself to. I couldn’t even remove the drip that was restricting me. My movements felt all too slow. Any small movement sent lightening through my ribs
XAVIERI never knew pain looked and felt so quiet.Skyla laid limp beneath the hospital light, her once vibrant dark chestnut skin tone dulled against the white sheet of the hospital bed. Machines hummed around her like some cruel sympathy of delay.Her body that was usually filled with life and furious was still, her coffee brown curls spilled like ink across the pillow.Her hands, always quick to rise in defiance, now laid limp in mine. The doctors said she had fought, that she had screamed, and also tried to run.There were visible bruise marks on her wrists – defensive wounds.They said she was found unconscious on the rooftop of Carl’s private tower. According to sources, somewhat had cut the power supply right when she fell.They couldn’t tell if she was pushed, or she had missed a step. But her screams were loud enough that it cut through the still night. But I didn’t need them to know. I already knew it was the monster I was privileged to address as dad. It just had t
SKYLA The city outside kept moving like my world hadn’t crumbled into tiny little pieces, like nothing happened at all.Taxis honked outside the window, spring banners fluttered like bright lies above crowds that laughed, screamed, and even shoved through their day like it was none of their business. A cart of coffee cart hissed near the corner, releasing the scent of cinnamon and something bitter.But inside me, the world had already stopped, stopped moving. Stop beating.I was having desert and also going through several files that i had managed to gather concerning project Delphinium in my favourite cafe when the call came in. I was hunched over a dossier when my phone lit up, Ed’s name flashing across my screen.I paused mid-air, my heart hammering aggressively in my chest as I stared at the constant light that flickered through my phone.Ed never called, except it was an emergency. He never called me except something had gone terribly wrong. I slid the answer button with
SKYLA Some truths came quietly.While some made you claw through the dark, leaving blood stains underneath your finger.I found my own truth tucked in the archives of the Andersons empire. It was locked away, far from sight, far from touch. The truth no one talked about – the one built into the old sub – levels beneath the buildings foundation. Charlie’s clearance got me through the door. A stolen ID badge did the rest, helped open the door to my stolen childhood.I came searching for the truth for documentation – anything that could trace Tanya’s lies and deception back to Carl’s manipulation. But what I found instead was way worse.There were several files buried under misnamed folders; “Paediatrics grant trials _ phase 12.” But when I opened it, the first photo didn’t show a child. It showed a lab made of steel, several restraints, and a crib lined with sensors.I kept on turning pages, reading each page word for word, page by page, till the severity of Carl’s manipulation
SKYLAI finally found Charlie on the rooftop after several hours of searching.The sky was heavy with unshed rain, all slate- grey clouds and bruised light that hovered atop our heads like a halo. Below us, the city bustled with life - but here? here on the rooftop, it was eerily quiet. The kind that made you feel every lie you'd ever been told.Charlie just stood there, near the edge, his hands in his coat pockets, his eyes fixed on nothing. "With how far we've come, Charlie, you don't plan on jumping, or are you?" I asked jokingly He didn't even flinch. "If I wanted to, Sky. I'd have done it a long time agobefore we met you again."I walked over slowly, the wind tossing my stubborn curls slightly. He didn't even look at me, not really. He just stared at the horizon like it might blink back."I need to tell you something before I lose myself to whatever this is," he said, his gaze not wavering from the skyline."Okay," I replied, gulping inwardly."No interruptions. No filters?”“A
SkylaI was going to meet with the Mayor today, he had suggested we meet at a quiet botanical conservatory on the edge of the city - a strange place for political secrets, but maybe that was the point.No cameras. No microphones. Just air that smelled like damp earth and regret. Dandelions grew wild along the outer edges of the path. Not the part of the curated display - just stubborn things that refused to be removed. I liked them regardless, it reminded me of myself. "Late as always," I quipped when he finally made his grand entrance. "Still wearing that mask of yours uncle?" He just let out a tired smile, the skin under his eyes creasing. "I could say the same about you niece. Or isn't that why we're here." I ignored his question, allowing a sudden silence to take over the space between us. Charlie was already waiting near the back , pacing beside a lady I didn't recognise - a dark blue hoodie, red Doc Martens, silver ring pierced through one brow. She was younger than i expect