**sophies pov **
I found a little place to stay, it's all boarded up and dirty but I'll be fine, at least I know I'll get a little privacy.
As soon as I settled in, the thoughts came back.
And after all this time pushing people away, I finally realized... I'm lonely...
I leaned back on pealing wall-paper.
I sat staring at the ground. and without hesitation I threw the knife away from me. I slid to the ground as I stared at it from across the room.
"You" I whispered
I don't know what reason I would have to talk to a knife... but I did.
But although my words were directed sat the blade, I wasn't really talking to it... I was talking to the man from all those years ago
"You almost made me like you"
"What I almost did in there... just like you."
I whispered
Anger filled my head as his face popped up in my mind... laughing in his sickness... I yelled at the knife
"NO!!"
"SHUT UP"
I threw a ratty pillow off of the bed next to me onto it... hoping to muffle the laughter in my head.
But as soon as I did, not even a moment later a crashing noise came from another room. I ran over to the knife holding it meekly in defense as I clutched the pillow tightly from my new spot on the floor.
I was shaking and fighting to breathe quietly
I bit my lip as I anticipated someone to come in and threaten me... but for the rest of the day, and into the night, no one came, but still I sat there clutching the pillow and the weapon, to scared to move
Every little thump in the night was no coincidence in my mind... I became paranoid, it's him always him...
'I'm going mad' I kept telling myself
'None of it is real... your just crazy'
But still all my time for the next few weeks that wasn't devoted to finding food and other stuff needed to live, was spent rolling around the floor in agony, fighting my madness.
I didn't do to well though, if you look on the walls, they're covered in carved words
'He's coming'
'My legs'
'Educate them'
'Crazy'
'Freak'
All over my walls. if grab my knife and carve it into the walls around me.
I suffered in that little room for so long... until I realized something...
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Spartan "Freedom"
FanfictionI change that day, to survive... To cope, I became someone completely different from who I was. And it was all because of him, I saw that sick man, and his sick smile once, and by a miracle I survived, so I became tougher, stronger, and smarter, bec...
