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The cell was cold, dark and unbearable. Pacing back and forth from one wall to the other. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The sound of water dripping and hitting the cold, stone floor piercing the silence. I quit pacing, the stopping souffle of my feet echoing. I wanted to scream. I've sent over thirty letters and never one response. Has something happened to them? Or are they just ignoring me? The second question is more probable in this case. My mind drifts to something else.
His birthday is three days away. He's going to be seventeen. Oh how time passes. Twelve years it's passed since I left and never came back. Twelve years since I told that soldier, to tell my wife, I was dead. Or M.I.A but we all know it's no different.
The sound of keys jangling together pulls me out of thought. I turn my head, no emotion shown on my face. The creaking cell door opened with a small push of a hand.
"Johnson. Yard time." The officer yells at me. Still holding the door, his hand on his baton on the left side of his waist.
I walk soundlessly out of my cell and to the yard area. Completely forgetting what I was just thinking.
But they still wandered in my mind, telling me, something was wrong.
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"Silence" Book 1
RomansWhat do you do when the person that loved you more than the world itself, dies? Thats the question Damian is asking himself. After the death of his mom Damian isn't sure what to do with himself anymore. Crying seems like the only solution at the mo...
