Dreams
850 Words
Peyton could feel her heart pounding and a wave of over whelming fear crashing through her entire being. It could be because of the soldiers surrounding the area wanting to kill her or fear for the crowd of men, women, and children on stage crying as they faced the firing squad. It’s her fault, she isn’t sure why, but Peyton knew somehow it was defiantly all her fault that they are about to die. The king’s men up there wanted Peyton, she should be the one up there, each bullet getting loaded made her cloak feel heavier.
Peyton had to push through the crowd to get to the stage but the weight of her cloak and the people in the crowd were all stopping her. She was in the King’s square; the same one he uses to kill 19-year-old girls every year around his birthday. The Tv screens stacked right on top of each other making one huge background wall, even in her dream this seems stupid might as well just have one large screen, but King Seaton never makes sense to her. just to the side of it she can see the largest of his castles part of it planted behind the stage bright and white not a single plant growing on it like the castle he has in her town. This m******e was different from what she’s used to, there is no reason the king would want them dead at all if it weren’t for Peyton and that fact was killing her making her push that much harder. The cloak felt like it was made of lead or concrete because it was so heavy, she couldn’t even breathe anymore, she had to find a way up there to stop it. There was no moving with this on, no anything, she’ll be as dead as they could be soon if she can’t fight past this cloak. It started to feel like it was not only heavy but that it was also pulling her back ward. Felt like there was a twister type of wind whipping the lead cloak around her trying to pull her back away from people who needed her to save them. She knew she didn’t want to go back she wanted to go forward to help them so Peyton did the only thing she could think of, she pulled at the rope letting the cloak fall to the floor, stopping the wind from pulling her back instantly, creating calm for the 1st moment in what felt like an eternity of fighting her clothing.
As it fell to the floor the crowd turned to her their reactions went from shock to complete and utter sadness, for whatever reason. Reluctantly they all stepped aside creating a path up to the stage all of them whispering things she couldn’t make out as she passed. Then Peyton heard herself speaking almost like a speech to the crowd, but her lips weren’t moving it was just in her head for her ears only. At the steps of the stage her view changed, it was like part of her was being held back forced to watch her other half get dragged up on stage. She was no longer herself but instead a ghost or something like watching herself walk onto the stage for a play but this time when the person is in danger no one is coming to save them they are just dead and the “They” is actually herself. If she let herself think too hard about this, it would probably give her a headache so instead she followed herself onto the stage passed the crying people running off. The soldiers dragged her over to the center of the stage and Peyton just watched and listened to herself.
“Could you lay your life down for people you don’t even know? People you’ve never met or seen before? Could you give up any chance of a happy ending so other could have one?”
Both of the Peyton’s took a deep breath watching the guns coming up aiming at the one kneeling on the stage. This is how her mother died firing squad to it took a lot for the Peyton watching all of this not to jump in front and stop it all. Two soldiers held her arms tight even the viewing Peyton felt it, like they didn’t want her to run. It was clear she had no intention of running so it was stupid to hold her so tight creating bruises that won’t matter long for one of them. Seeing how calm she was it was hard to believe they were the same girl because Peyton was terrified just watching. For the 1st time the Peyton on stage made eye contact with herself and when she spoke next, she was really talking. The green eyes piercing through the black and white old movie feel this has been the whole time, it took those eyes to show her that.
“I did. So, tell me, can you?” then the firing squad pulled the trigger.
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