Everything and Nothing

​Sarah I do not know what made us switch that night. Sgoth was in no danger at all. She'd just been watching this marvellous view and was on her way to bed. Her body was exhausted, and so I walked to her bed and shut my eyes to sleep. It felt awkward to be in her body this time, like she had lost all will to be alive. Wait a minute? Was she dead? No, she could not be dead. When we wake up, everything will be just fine. I woke up the next day, still in her body! I sat up. What the hell was going on?! I held my hair, Sgoth's hair, in lumps squeezed. "Aarrgh that hurt!" That sounded an awful lot like Sgoth. "Sgoth, is that you?" That sounded a whole lot like her too. Wait a second. Am I talking? "I'm talking!" Just then, somebody came rushing in. "Miss Cain?" It was Cooper. He was frantic. I looked at him and it felt like one of the most important moments of my life. I grinned, and before I could think any better I shouted, "Cooper,...

​Pandora was the embodiment of human life in harmony. It was like the meeting place of every race and ethnicity. As we drove to the Manor, I could not help but be in awe. We were in the Northern fifth, one that had once been part of Europe. The posh side. Of course that was what Cooper had organised. It was typical of him. I could not care less about that though. I just watched the world from the back of the black car we were in. Tinted windows just made me feel like a prisoner, but oh well, that was the least of my problems. I sighed as I lifted my elbow onto  the side rest and rested my cheek in my hand. Still I looked outside. "Alright Miss Cain?" I turned to Cooper who had lifted his head from his laptop for the first time since we got in the car. He sat across from me. The light from the laptop lit his face. His eyes, a pale grey, looked tired. Results of the flight I guessed. His hair never looked anything short of perfect, pitch black and shiny in the most adorable cur...

It took us 2 days to get to Pandora on my dad\"s private plane. 2 days was a lot of time to think, and the nightmares did not get any better. Flashes of my dad rushing in to save me. Flashes of his voice as I heard him from that dark room but I strangely could not speak back. He had a flashlight. I was too worried if I made a scene of things other people would find me, and I would make things more difficult for my dad, on top of him worrying where I had gone. The last couple of days had proved to be just as my dad had expected. I was too naive. I felt guilty to have brought my dad to tears. I remember him whimpering from outside those walls as he tried to find his way to me yet I did not call back to him. "Your father doesn\"t love you, he is afraid of you. He is afraid you will be his death, and that you shall be." These were the words of the brute assailant who had taken me hostage, along with a bunch of his cronies. They mocked me from the darkness and drenched m...

I woke up in a dark room. At first I could not tell if I was alive or dead. No light could pass through these walls. I thought \"Let me pinch myself\" then for the first time I felt that my wrists were tied behind me.                                         *** When Keith and I got home, everyone was delighted to see us. That included Tom and Mrs Sherwood who were now the epitome of grace as they indulged in their now old age. They did not work for us anymore but they still stayed in the servant\"s quarters receiving just as much the treatment as any servant in our Villa. They did not want to go anywhere else. My dad did that to people. I had lunch on the patio with Keith who was more than happy to keep me company. Like he did not stay by my side all day. Stupid Keith. He always acted like an ol...

Fast forward 13 years from then and my dad was not with me anymore. He was not dead, just distant. I could talk to him, but only from a hospital bed and the only response I got would be a flicker of his finger. His skin was pale, his breathing haggard, even when they put him on oxygen. His eyes had not opened for 3 years. I wondered how long he thought he was in there. If he could feel how long his black hair had grown or feel when I would shave the steady stubble of his beard once every week. I missed him. I needed him to see I had been able to expand our empire. Three weeks after Cooper had told me of our meeting with Dan Field, Cander had taken a chance, to make B&G and Cain Industries financial partners. B&G was a copper mining company, and unknown to me, they had just found a financial jackpot in Ribba, one of the Gypsy towns up North. The gypsies were in dire need of money and sold the mine at a mediocre price. They had not known they were 5 metres from an almost limitles...

A distant whisper of muffled talking. "Calculate. 17 593 contacts in 23 States. Perfect. That iss more impact than last year by 2.17%. Should I be worried? No. Worrying does not help me. The profits are exceptional. There is literally just so much we can do. Expand? Maybe? To where? Where have we not gone?" I am in my office. Eyes shut. I am sitting on my favourite chair. I can feel the warmth of my rug on my feet. I took off my shoes the moment I got in here. They were killing me. The whole office had been shocked. I never wear heels, or shoes in particular. I like to feel what I am walking on. It is not hygienic but when you walk by the same route everyday and have it sanitized every few hours before you walk, it should not be as bad right? I calculate a lot. I calculate when I am going to walk out and where I will go, the prescribed time I will spend on something, be it conversation or a game. Whether other people are pleased by it or not is not my concern. I have a goal, ...