I remember the day like yesterday that I woke up in a white room with only a mattres, small closet and a mirror. I instantly thought about my dad. I started panicking.
The door opened.
A man came in. He looked like he was in his early fourties.
"who are you?" my voice shaking.
"Doesn't matter" the man said.
"come with me" I followed.
We came to a large room.
"do 5 push-ups"
"what is that?" I asked
The man grunted and showed how to. I tried but I fell down after the second one.
We then started to do more things like running laps, sit-ups, punching a punching bag.
after that we didn't do anything. He told me to shower and that there will be some food laying in that same room I woke up in. He showed me where the showers are and walked away.
after 15 minutes i walked out and went to the same room. I saw an egg on a plate with a knife and vork. I ate it up and felt exhausted from the training so I passed out on the mattress.
(a/n so this continued for a few weeks)
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Today the same man came to my door. I thought we were just gonna do some exercises. But I was wrong. We walked into the same room i've been training in for a few weeks. I saw a man standing in the middle of the room.
"come here" the man next to me said.
the man came to stand infront of me.
"What is this? You told me I was going to get a challenge"
The man next to me walked past him and I followed.
We walked to the middle of the room. He looked at the man still standing there.
"you coming or not"
He grunted in response and stood infront of me.
"The first one on the ground loses"
He counted down
3...2....1..0!
I didnt know what to do. I'm panicking, why is he running at me? He punched me in my stomach. Instantly I coughed up blood. Then I understood, he is training my combat.
Over the weeks the only thing I did was exercises, studying and sometimes I could eat or sleep. I had dark circles and I was starving.
He was still punching and kicking me. What am I supposed to do? Sure I can kick and punch. But against this man it will feel like i'm tickling him.
I did the first thing that came to mind and I kicked him as hard as I could in the knee. Him not expecting it stumbled backwards. I punched him in the nose and felt it crack.
He cried out in pain and fell on the ground as the other man called the match.
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The next couple of weeks I sparred more and more. And everyday I ended up in the hospital bed.
I lost a lot. The boss did'nt like that. He said I should call him boss. One time he hit me so hard my cheek swelled up. He told me I was useless and that he needed me to win.
First he was nice but now everytime I lost he would beat me for it.
The only nice person here is amanda she's a nurse around here. When I came she would immediatley run to me and asked what happened and took care of me.
Thats when I woke up with the same face staring at me
"Hey, how you holding up?" she asked.
"fine"
"You sure look fine" she said sarcastically.
I did'nt respond and she said I should rest.
I closed my eyes and when I almost fell asleep the door flew open.
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Okay so i think im gonna be posting just small chapters from now on
its just that i write this at school now, dumb i know
so its gonna be shorter and maybe probably once a week.
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Fear of Touch
ActionA couple hours she was with her father and now she woke up in a room. The room was completely white and the only thing that was in that room was herself and a bed. Then the door opened... Sorry for my English And it probably will be bad since i don...
