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ny! jag utmanar er att läsa! >:3 *insert evil laughter here*
Slowly…..slowly…..slowly… that is how the time goes for me right now…it is
dark and I have lost the track of time… I don’t know how long I have been here, I am cold and I am lonely, the only friend I have…is a picture of him… he who betrayed me, placed me in this dark and silent place, the chains is getting tighter, the hatred grows, and all the other feelings is disappearing, I am becoming a robot….
Then suddenly one day the doors went open, and it wasn’t feeding time. The chains got loosened and I got taken outside from that dark room, I couldn’t walk so I they had to carry me, the last thing I remember was that they gave me a shot, and I woke up in a normal bedroom, but it was big, and looked fancy, I sat carefully up, looked next to me. There sat a young woman, about 24 years old, she was asleep, had se been watching over me? I didn’t know. Then she opened her eyes, saw that I was awake, she stood up
- Oh, you’re awake… she said in a gentle tone. Then she called for another woman, told her a few things and the second woman went out. The first one that had been watching me turned to me with a friendly smile on her rose red lips, she told me that I would have something to eat in a short moment, I just looked at her, then a old man came in, looking as kind as the woman, the woman bows deeply for him, her master I guessed for myself,
- It was lucky we found you, young man, you was close to death. He spoke to me with a dark but soft voice,
- What happened? I asked, the old man looks at me
- All we know was that you laid by the shore at our beach and had your arm broken… I was hoping that you could tell me what had happened to you. The man said,
- Who was the one that found me? I asked
- My son. The man replayed to me kindly,
- I wish to speak to him. I said
- I am afraid that is not possible, he is in bed, sleeping. The man explained. Now I saw that he was wearing a night robe and pyjamas
- I see, when will I be able to speak to him? I asked
- Tomorrow, after school. By 2 pm. The man replayed, I just nodded
- Now you must rest, you are in a poor condition. The woman said, I looked at her, and then lay down. The bandage was warped nicely around my wrists, I closed my eyes and fell asleep. That next morning I woke up late on the afternoon, about 3 pm. I sat up and looked around, there stood a silver-tray next to the bed, on it was tea with honey in it in a silver-cup, a Chinese tea I think it was. Then there was a plate with meat from a cow, new boiled potatoes, covered in gravy, and all that was served on a silver-plate. Then there was the desert. It was strawberries, Swedish from the looks of it, with sugar and chocolate to dip them in. also served in three different silver bowls. My mouth watered as I looked at it. A big dinner like this could feed me three times over, I was so hungry. I grabbed the tray and lightly placed it down on my lap, I eagerly started to eat. The meat melted in my mouth and the potatoes with the gravy felt like clouds in my mouth, when I was done with the food I jumped right on to the strawberries, I dipped and ate. The strawberries was sweet and tasteful, together with the chocolate, I had never tasted such sweet and still so innocent desert. It was so simple; I had died and come to heaven. At least I thought so. Then the door went open, a young boy stood in the opening, he was about 10 years old, he looks at me and I looks back at him
- You’re awake… he said, then smiles as friendly as the others I had met so far
- I am, yes… I replayed; the boy went over to me and sat down next to me, looking curiously at me.
- I thought you had died, but when father told me you lived I was happy. The boy said, smiled
- Happy? I asked, the boy nodded
- Because I wanted us to be friends. He replayed to me. I looked at him. Friends? He wanted to be my friend? I have almost forgotten what a friend was, what love was…what forgiveness was. Then the door opened, a older guy came in, he was about 2 years older than me, he looks at the boy, his hair was in a ponytail and his eyes was calm, his skin looked smooth, his hair was a beautiful blue colour, he was wearing a long sleeved white shirt and a pair of black pants, with boots. I look at him, and then his blue eyes met mine. I lowered my head
- Brother… this is the guy I told you about, the one I found on the beach. The boy said, the brother just looked at me, then walks over there, took his younger brothers hand, took him to the door
- I will be out soon, go downstairs and take something to eat… he said. The boy nodded, went out, he closed the door and then looked over at me. I looked up at him, and then I saw who it was, the one on the photo, the only one I have trusted.
- Yoush… I said, my body got filled with hatred and grief. My only friend. That had betrayed me, was now standing affront of me, looking at me, smiling
- Hello old friend. He said, his voice stroke me in the stomach like a clenched fist in its full rage and power. He looks at me, then moves over to me, he sat down on the bed by me, I just glared at him
- Don’t look at me like that…after all; it was me who bought you from those men. He said, looking at me with the same old blue eyes
- Bought me? You bought me when it was you who placed me there in the first place. I hissed at him, thou then he grabbed my healthy arm, quite rough, I made a low sound, looking at him
- Don’t get nosy with me, my dear pet. He said. Pet? Me? What did he mean with that?
- I am no ones pet… I hissed. The grip got tighter.
- You are now, I bought you…and if you don’t want to go back there… you will do what I say, when I say it….oh and you will be wearing the clothes I decide. In exchange, you will get food on silver-plates, this room and free health care if you get hurt or sick. Have I made myself clear? He hissed, close to my face. I looked away, felt the grip tightened up. I had no choice to give up, I didn’t want to go back to the cold dark cell
- Yes… I said low
- Yes…what? He said, looking at me
- Yes…master. I said low, didn’t look at him. I felt him let go of me, then moved closer to my cheek, I felt his warm and wet tongue lick across my cheek
- Good boy. He said with victory in the tone. He then stood up and walks out, I lowered my head. I couldn’t believe that I had called him that, hi dried my cheek, and then lay down again. I closed my eyes, sighed deeply, and then fell asleep. I woke up in the night by someone moving next to me, I opened my eyes and saw the boy from before, he looks at me, laying down
- I am sorry, I had a bad dream, and I was scared. He said. I could tell he was, he was trembling.
- It is ok; I don’t mind the company… I said calmly. The boy smiled a bit, moved closer, took mu good arm around him then snuggled close to me. I looked at him. He closed his eyes and fell asleep at once. I took that example. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
Annons
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Anonymous
Mon 5 Sep 2011 20:24
Grymt bra text, men du bör tänka på längden på meningarna... annars, asnice! ^^
Anonymous
Mon 5 Sep 2011 20:31
Ett tips är att inte ha mer än ett komma i varje mening, om du inte behöver ha ett inlägg (som är för viktigt för parentes). ^^
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