CHAPTER 22

"Cyrus, Cyrus." a small quiet voice was calling out to me.

I looked to my sides and there were think walls next to me. Looking forward was an endless hallway, I could feel my head banging each time i wanted to make a step forward trying to follow the voice.

"Cy,Cy"another voice was calling me out in the opposite direction.

A strong gust of wind blew me to make a complete 180 degree turn to face the direction of the other voice. i wanted to switch and follow the new voice but when i approached it it was the situation. Whenever I wanted to get closer i could feel as if my head was banging on the walls continuously.I was stuck and I could not move.

The banging slowly became worse and i could not take it no more. With my knees getting more and more tired and wasted I slowly bent towards the ground trying to regain all my lost focus. It felt completely maddening with both of the voices now colliding with one another. It drove me insane every time my name was called, I wanted all of the voices to stop talking.

"please stop talking.please," I said trying to control myself.

That was all i managed to say with the excruciating pain i was experiencing all at once.I was now on the floor as a stream of swear was drenching my body.i could feel it escaping my sweat glands and slowly moving down my body increasing the speed at each passing second. The voices continued to get louder and louder. At that time it took on a more aggressive tone than when it first began to sound off. I was definitely losing my mind in there.

Being down in the ground in pain i decided to try and crawl my way out of the situation. Honestly anywhere would have been better than getting tortured by random voices and painful migraines.Unfortunately trying to crawl my way out of the situation was not one of the choices to get out of the situation. Just an added bonus to the entire situation the walls began closing in on me like some unrealistic movie scene. I could not move, the walls would already crush me to near death i was prepared to stay in that state till i just died to end all of it.

Accepting my end was the logical answer to the question but i could see a hand far out try to reach out for me. It eas peculiar to see such a scene especially at that really difficult time.I wanted to reach out for it to save me for all this unsolicitated torture , i wanted help any help I could get but once i started reaching out for it ,it vanished.

My breathing started to get heavier and i could feel it become more difficult.I could feel my chest get even tighter and more congested. As i was struggling to get oxygen in my body I woke up scared for my life. It had been a hot minute since i had such an intense nightmare alone. I was probably feeling more anxious than usual since the house arrest. The feeling of doing nothing drove me crazy.

Even after spending almost a whole day coming up with one of the most random projects i could think about it was not enough to distract my brain from my current situation. Looking at where I was it was an absolute mess. I was still in my living room, and i could tell that i moved a whole lot when i was asleep , especially considering that i was down on the floor with my pillows at two of the extremes of the coffee table. I even felt bad for the one who was watching over the footage , they might have thought i was undergoing weird demonic ritual .

My head was pounding and even sitting up right was an issue,looking at the clock , it was one at night starting day three of house arrest. I sighed and i wanted things to get back to normal or as normal as planning to leak government secrets could get. All i wanted was to be stress at the office and then get annoyed by DC while having Glenn there hanging out. It was not all rainbows and sunshine but at least i was being productive to some level.

Looking at my phone I saw numerous amounts of emails. I assumed that some people were shocked by the news of my sudden sickness. Some people would pretend to care about me before proceeding to ask about the deals they signed. Nonetheless seeing the emails for once made me extremely happy that I had something to do other than being depressed and making up negative scenarios in my mind.

I stood up prepared to go dump my head in water so I could feel alive. As soon as I stood up I got a call that almost made me fall back to the spot I was in with the sudden sound of my phone ringing. Just to preference this before you all think i am some scaredy cat , it was the middle of the night and i was not at my best so i was allowed to be totally dysfunctional.

I looked at my phone and once again it was an unknown number,

"have a good sleep?"Jay said.

I could not tell what was everyone's obsession with the unknown number situation. Especially of they would just answer the call with their normal voice.Maybe it was just mysterious to get an unknown number all i knew was that it was unnecessary mental energy just to guess who was calling me.

"I would assume you were kind enough to wait for me to sleep before calling me, what now you want to give me a death sentence and carry out a public execution on a tall old tower in the middle of city square."

"i am going to ignore that sarcasm of yours, we have some news to give you Cyrus."

"Good or bad? wait don't even answer that all the news that i have been given by you guys have been bad either way."

"It is bad news and if you do not reduce that attitude of yours i will have to think twice about telling you this information."

"okay okay I'm sorry, what is it?"

"miranda's dead."

"Huh?"

"Her body has been recovered from the battlefields of Gendwall, she was burnt pretty bad , and she was also losing large amounts of blood."

"i am confused." i said surprised.

I knew we both thought about the situation in two different ways since i knew Miranda was not anywhere near Gendwall. My true question was who the hell was that person that Jay was talking about?

"I knew it is hard to process Cyrus but that is the situation right now."

"Can I see the body?"

"you don't believe she is dead?"

"I haven't said that but yes I know Miranda she is stronger and smarter than that to just die like that. Can I see the body?"

"as much as this is a sensitive matter you know very well that you will not be allowed to be near her."

"then why are you using your time to tell me about it?"

"Because I know you of all people deserve to know considering that you are the only who knew she was alive in the first place."

that was oddly suspicious. I knew as much as jay could sweet talk her way into doing things in a more humane manner, The Executive would not care about how i would feel. To them Miranda was a pawn being used by them to enhance the forces there that was all she was to be used as. They told me to forget about her years ago so that would not even bother telling Jay.Something was definitely amiss, starting with the aspect that they found a body who they say is Miranda.Either it was someone in disguise as Miranda to throw them off or they were lying to me to see my reaction. Now i could feel at numerous eyes looking at me waiting to see what i would say.

I had to main options once was to be stubborn and continue claiming that i do not believe them but that would make them believe that I know more than i should. The other option was to agree with what Jay was saying which would also be suspicious since they knew i would fight for what i thought.Jay could also switch up things and make it an interrogation that would betray me if i am asked something that i could not get out of answering.

I looked down at my phone and sighed. It was difficult to think of what to say. the two options did not seem to be in my favour at all. looking down I thought about how much i hated overthinking about everything in my life, I was extremely tired with that aspect of my life. Despite my dreams the would never be a single had to reach out to help me.I had to help myself.

Glenn always said the real answers always lyed in the simplest solutions. I looked at my phone and hang up and went back to sleep.I was not in the mood to deal with anything especially being locked up in my own house. It just did not make sense at all. i did not have to deal with all that if i never wanted to. I already played along with all The Executive's orders and all that gave me was anxiety and depression. As long as the real Miranda was alive I no longer wanted to play to the tune of their beat, because i did not have to.