bohemiaLOVE
09-23-2006, 12:42 PM
Chapter 1
The tall man in front of my cell struck a match quickly and lit a fire. Of course, delighted of his charity, I took a step foward and began to warm my hands. The cell had been extremely cold and there were no blankets in there. Also, my clothes which were warm and healthy looking a month ago, now looked like a rag for mopping.
He gave me a hateful glare and stood up once more. "You must be hungry." He threw a small sandwich into the cell and in no time I was eating it with no problem. It had a salty taste, mixed with some type of meat and cheese. It was better then the food they had been giving me here. Black, coal like bread with musty cheese. I savored every last bite of it, and wished i hadn't eaten it all.
"Good." He brushed a strand of his strange black hair out of his eyes and behind his ear. Now, I secretly wished that I had something to drink. I bet he sensed it, because within minutes he had passed a bottle of some liquid to me. I had no trouble drinking it down. It had a tea taste, with sugar mixed inside. Delicious. "I want you to respond. You haven't been talking for a while."
My sandwich was gone, and so was my drink. I sank down to my knees and began crying once again like I had done many nights ago. Sobbing, and hoping that home wasn't so far away. "Why?" I croaked. "Why?"
The man scowled, as if I wasn't supposed to ask that question. "The why is that you betrayed us. Betrayed us all. And we know it."
I felt as if I could scream. "Betrayed you? How did I betray you!" I shrieked, getting up from my feet and slamming myself at the cell's gates.
He stepped back as if I was a wild bore charging at him. "You betrayed us all. You helped them." I glanced at the picture she was holding. A picture of 3 children, my age. Clarissey, Peter and John. Each of them I had helped when they were running from a few village police because they had stolen bread. They just looked as if they needed help. They looked so poor. So dirty.. I just had to help them.
"I.." She decided not to tell them anything. "I'm innocent! I never did anything to help anyone!"
The man cackled. "Give it up, girl." His laugh made me feel as if my bones were rattling right there. "Your little friends ratted on you, so they could be sent free."
I felt pain through my chest and stuck my nails into my thigh to ease the pain. How could they betray me? How could they want to get me intro trouble. "I don't believe you!" I screamed. "I don't! I don't! I don't!"
He laughed once more. "Whatever you say, girly."
Chapter 2
After the tall man left, I tried to fall asleep on the cold hard floor. It was difficult, and I kept breaking into a sweat, but I knew I had to get some rest before day-light time, because I felt groggy today.
Dreams swept through my head. Why couldn't I be the old Melody McPatrick again? Why did I have to be Cynthia Jackson.. If only my parents hadn't disappeared. Then I would be with them instead of with a family who didn't care for me at all. If they actually cared, why did they change my name? Who were my parents? And why didn't they even come to my defense in this jail.
What were they? Scared?
I woke up trembling and huddled myself in a corner as a large guard appeared with a small child behind him. Before I knew it, the child was in the same cell as I was, shaking and whispering something to himself. "Wh-who are you?" I asked between shivers.
The boy looked up at me with gray eyes. I could barely see his tattered hair and dried clothing in the darkness. He had to be about 5 or 6. "Scott." He whispered.
"Scott? Why are you here?" I asked, and tried to get him to come over to me. The boy shook his head and whimpered. He didn't answer, just layed down and fell over. He couldn't be Scott. He had to be a different person, with a different name who had his name changed by his family. He had to be like me. Just had to be. I knew the reason I was in trouble wasn't only because I helped those kids.
"Scott.. Are you.. Are you a 'Runaway'?" I asked.
Scott looked up in amazement. His eyes widened in horror. "Y-ye-ye-yes.." He shivered once more.
I hugged him. Even though I was hugging a total stranger, I knew what a runaway meant. I was one, and I never knew it. I was a Runaway, who isn't supposed to be there. I was supposed to be somewhere else, but placed here by my original family who thought I'd do better here. Then they left me, to fend for myself with this awful new family with 6 other kids who looked nothing like our new mother. They changed my name, and they made me dye my hair.. I got it now. "Scott.. Don't worry.." I whispered. "We'll get through this.. I promise.."
NOTE:
I won't be showing the girl's identity till atleast Chapter 2, which makes it more interesting. Please post your comments:)
I think this is the hardest story I've worked on so far.
The tall man in front of my cell struck a match quickly and lit a fire. Of course, delighted of his charity, I took a step foward and began to warm my hands. The cell had been extremely cold and there were no blankets in there. Also, my clothes which were warm and healthy looking a month ago, now looked like a rag for mopping.
He gave me a hateful glare and stood up once more. "You must be hungry." He threw a small sandwich into the cell and in no time I was eating it with no problem. It had a salty taste, mixed with some type of meat and cheese. It was better then the food they had been giving me here. Black, coal like bread with musty cheese. I savored every last bite of it, and wished i hadn't eaten it all.
"Good." He brushed a strand of his strange black hair out of his eyes and behind his ear. Now, I secretly wished that I had something to drink. I bet he sensed it, because within minutes he had passed a bottle of some liquid to me. I had no trouble drinking it down. It had a tea taste, with sugar mixed inside. Delicious. "I want you to respond. You haven't been talking for a while."
My sandwich was gone, and so was my drink. I sank down to my knees and began crying once again like I had done many nights ago. Sobbing, and hoping that home wasn't so far away. "Why?" I croaked. "Why?"
The man scowled, as if I wasn't supposed to ask that question. "The why is that you betrayed us. Betrayed us all. And we know it."
I felt as if I could scream. "Betrayed you? How did I betray you!" I shrieked, getting up from my feet and slamming myself at the cell's gates.
He stepped back as if I was a wild bore charging at him. "You betrayed us all. You helped them." I glanced at the picture she was holding. A picture of 3 children, my age. Clarissey, Peter and John. Each of them I had helped when they were running from a few village police because they had stolen bread. They just looked as if they needed help. They looked so poor. So dirty.. I just had to help them.
"I.." She decided not to tell them anything. "I'm innocent! I never did anything to help anyone!"
The man cackled. "Give it up, girl." His laugh made me feel as if my bones were rattling right there. "Your little friends ratted on you, so they could be sent free."
I felt pain through my chest and stuck my nails into my thigh to ease the pain. How could they betray me? How could they want to get me intro trouble. "I don't believe you!" I screamed. "I don't! I don't! I don't!"
He laughed once more. "Whatever you say, girly."
Chapter 2
After the tall man left, I tried to fall asleep on the cold hard floor. It was difficult, and I kept breaking into a sweat, but I knew I had to get some rest before day-light time, because I felt groggy today.
Dreams swept through my head. Why couldn't I be the old Melody McPatrick again? Why did I have to be Cynthia Jackson.. If only my parents hadn't disappeared. Then I would be with them instead of with a family who didn't care for me at all. If they actually cared, why did they change my name? Who were my parents? And why didn't they even come to my defense in this jail.
What were they? Scared?
I woke up trembling and huddled myself in a corner as a large guard appeared with a small child behind him. Before I knew it, the child was in the same cell as I was, shaking and whispering something to himself. "Wh-who are you?" I asked between shivers.
The boy looked up at me with gray eyes. I could barely see his tattered hair and dried clothing in the darkness. He had to be about 5 or 6. "Scott." He whispered.
"Scott? Why are you here?" I asked, and tried to get him to come over to me. The boy shook his head and whimpered. He didn't answer, just layed down and fell over. He couldn't be Scott. He had to be a different person, with a different name who had his name changed by his family. He had to be like me. Just had to be. I knew the reason I was in trouble wasn't only because I helped those kids.
"Scott.. Are you.. Are you a 'Runaway'?" I asked.
Scott looked up in amazement. His eyes widened in horror. "Y-ye-ye-yes.." He shivered once more.
I hugged him. Even though I was hugging a total stranger, I knew what a runaway meant. I was one, and I never knew it. I was a Runaway, who isn't supposed to be there. I was supposed to be somewhere else, but placed here by my original family who thought I'd do better here. Then they left me, to fend for myself with this awful new family with 6 other kids who looked nothing like our new mother. They changed my name, and they made me dye my hair.. I got it now. "Scott.. Don't worry.." I whispered. "We'll get through this.. I promise.."
NOTE:
I won't be showing the girl's identity till atleast Chapter 2, which makes it more interesting. Please post your comments:)
I think this is the hardest story I've worked on so far.