Italics- thoughts/ flashbacks/ dreams
Bold- author talking
Underline- narrator talking, known as the main character
Normal- normal story
2630 words
ꨄ❦ꨄ❦ꨄ➪
Something is moving up and down the side of my thigh wakes me up in the morning sun lit room.
After a second I realize what it is, where I am and what's happening. Nothing is happening besides sleep being ruined.
But at least I know I wasn't kidnapped…
…I think.
The kidnaper is rude as fuck for ruining my sleep.
I turn over the top half of me because in front of me is the wall. I see one of very few people that I like out of the human race.
“Well hello,” he says.
“Why’d you wake me up?”
He puts his hand under me and turns me over to face him, “that wasn’t my plan.”
“What was your plan?”
“Once I find it I will tell you.”
“Thanks for thinking about me.”
“I’m always thinking about you.”
“Weirdo.”
“You are not one to talk.”
"Okay.” I think I lived the wrong way all night because everything hurts suddenly. “I’m dyyyyingggggg.”
He puts his hand on my forehead, “No you’re not.”
“I feel like I’m dying,” I dramatically say and roll onto my back in agonizing pain.
He turns onto his back and pulls me onto him. He then drags his hands up and down my back with slight pressure before cracking certain spots.
“Does that help?”
“Somewhat.”
I gotta get him to purr cuz that helps a lot for some reason. I draw random patterns up and down his arm. After a few seconds I feel it so I put my hands under his back as much as I can and attempt to sleep. Sleep and the broken pur fixes everything.
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Everything is darker than night itself. No sounds anywhere, a single candle 5 feet away. The candle gets closer then farther. The dark doesn’t seem to end. The farther the candle gets, the dark grows.
Soon the candle is only a small beige dot far far away. I walk to it since it is the only light in this strange, silent place. There is no one else either and I can only be seen in the light’s presence.
There is a crack somewhere around me. Soon there are chains around my feet shackling me to this one spot. No other noise happens for some time.
Some blurry figure of average height appears next to the candle, opposite from me.
“Who are you?” Hearing my voice as the only sound is unusual. Even chains won’t make a noise.
The blurry figure walks around the candle to me. There are no features, no distinguishable colors. Every part blended to create an irregular humanoid figure. The figure lifts their deformed hand to my face.
The figure’s deformed hand comes within view. Only the candle and figure have color.
Not a sound to be heard or feeling to be felt. The figure moves slowly. I try to give them a high five so something will happen but instead blood falls from my palm. There is no pain to be felt, only a sight to be seen.
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