+ There will be hatres, There will be doubters, There will be non-believers, and then There will be you, proving them wrong. +
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I don't know for how long I've been sitting on this bed and just staring at the wall but I could tell it is late in the afternoon. The pain in my chest intensified since I woke up. There were bandages over my wound and thankfully the bleeding has stopped.
The room is a lot nicer than the cell I first slept in. The walls were a cream type of color and the windowsills a dark red. There was a black couch against one wall and the other was a window just big enough for someone my size to get through but I could see it was locked. On either side of the bed was two small dark, wooden tables.
I sat up and walked slowly towards the door but I knew it was locked. I turned around and walked towards the window. My body was aching especially were my wound was. My body was screaming at me to stop moving but my curiosity got the best of me. I was completely shocked by what I saw outside. There was a river where streets were suppose to be and instead of cars there were longs boats. The buildings were really close to the one I was in.
There is only one place I know of that has rivers for streets.
I always wanted to be here but not like this: in pain and against my will.
I was in Venice, Italy. I always thought that this was the most beautiful place in the world. Then suddenly I got that weird burning sensation on my hand and back again. I lifted my hand and saw something. I'm not sure what it was because it wasn't a clear picture. It looked like more than one picture on top of each other. Then it was gone again.
Well that wasn't weird at all.I'm not sure what's happening to me but the one thing that scared me the most was that I don't even know who I am anymore.
Am I Sam or Dawn?
I heard a struggle just outside my door before it was unlocked. The door was opened so hard that the door handle made a dent in the wall. Two men came half way through the door the one caring two trays of food and the other one had a girl in his arms. He threw her into the room not caring if she got hurt. The other one put the trays on the bed and they were gone. The girl groaned but didn't get up. She just lied there. I took the trays of the bed and ran over to her.
She had her back to me but when I came over she just held her hand up stopping me.
"I'm fine. "She said in a soft voice and started to get up. Just when she was on her feet she almost fell over again but I stepped forward and stopped her from falling. She just have me a small, weak smile. I took her to the bed and lied her down.
That's when I took a look at her. The poor girl was beaten badly. She had a big purple-ish bruise under her right eye and there was blood trailing down on the left side of her face. She had Raven black hair with green eyes that lost its sparkle. I took a piece of material that was lying on one of the tables and poured some of the water on it.
I took a seat next to her and started cleaning the wound on her head. She flinched away from me , falling of the bed.
"Hey I just want to clean up the wound, that's all. I'm not going to hurt you. " I reached over the bed to help her up but the bandages scrapped against my wound and I had to bite my lip from crying out. She must have seen it and sat on the bed again.
I blinked away the tears of pain that were forming in my eyes and started clearing her wound again.
"Sorry its just that ever since I've been here nobody cares about cleaning my wounds. All they do is beat me and hurt me. Its all they've ever done." She said trying to hide her sadness, but I saw it.
"I promise you that I won't hurt you." I said throwing away the rag and took the bottle water and gave it to her.
She visibly relaxed at my statement.
"Thanks. I'm Kira, what's your name?" She said drinking only a little water and put the bottle on the table next to her.
I looked away from her, thinking.
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"To be honest I'm not sure. For 15 years I believed that my name is Sam, but a few days ago I found out that my real name is Dawn. So you can choose between those two. " I said while lying down next to her on the bed, looking up at the ceiling.
"I'm sorry. How about I call you Dawn. I like that name. How old are you, if I may ask? " She turned to look at me.
"I am 17 and you?"
"I'm 18. Its sometimes hard to believe that I've been here with these jackasses for over 6months now. "
I couldn't believe what I've just heard. She's been here for that long.
She just laughed at the expression in my face.
"Don't worry princess. I'll protect you from the bad guys. " She said teasing me while poking my cheek.
"Aawww, why thank you kind lady. How could I ever repay you for your bravery?" I said laughing so hard my wound started hurting again.
"There is one thing you can do for me. " She said looking up at me.
"What would that be? " I looked at her and saw only sadness in her eyes.
"Don't leave me." She said , the humor completely gone from her face. It looked like she wanted to cry. I put my arm around her trying to comfort her. She relaxed against me.
"I'll never leave you. I promise, we will get out of here one day. "
She might be a year older that me but I had this strong feeling ,in my heart, to protect her. She might act tough but I could see that she was fragile and vulnerable inside. I wanted to protect her like a big sister would protect her little sister.
Its not long before I heard a soft snoring coming off of her and I knew she was asleep. Maybe with her here things will be a bit better and neither of us was alone as long as we had each other.
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*Chapter seven wwooohhhoooo. Two chapters in two days. I feel good. *pats own back*
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