Francesca's Dream

Vissions of Hope

Francesca spent the next few days in the hospitle; she lay there mute and unable to move.
In the following days to come Francesca was released from the hospital; her back still hurt,but now she couldnt rip open her back anymore. The doctor removed the stiches from her spine and sent her back the the bunk house for the rest of the day.
Francesca was led to her bunk by and armed guard. He was a large man with tattoos down his arms. He was bald and had a scar on the side of his cheak. He never said a word the entire walk back to the bunk houses. Once Francesca was back behind the fence the guard left her; she continued back to her house. Francesca entered the long room to find Eric sitting on her bed. He was tossing his knife in the air, catching it in-between his fingers.

Eric heard Francesca enter the bunk house. He was tossing his knife up in the air, it would flip and land blade down in-between his fingures. Eric hadn't spoken to Francesca since he had last visited her in the hospital, when she was crying. He saw her now her thin body and pale skin was beautiful. Her pale straight blonde hair fell below her chest.
He loved everything about her, the way her hair glowed in the sun, the way her words sounded on her lips, the way she swayed her hips when she walked. She was a perfect person in the perfectly wrong place.
She walked over to him, he stopped flipping the knife in the air. She now stood just inches from his knees. Eric set the knife down and stood up now just an inch from Francesca's pretty pale face. He was half a head taller then her; her sea green eyes met his blue ones. He grabed her ever so gently and pushed her to the wooden wall behind her.
Her eyes still on his, he bent down and kissed her soft lips. She kissed him back; hunger built up in Eric; he thrust his tounge into her mouth. She excepted him and responded doing the same. He began to grind his body against hers; pinning her to the wall. She ran her fingers through his hair. Eric grabed the bottom of Francesca's shirt lifting it over her head, exposing her black bra. He licked the side of her neck sending shivers down her spine.

Ding! Ding! Ding!
Eric snapped out of his trance; prisioners began to walk back into their bunkhouses. Embarrased by his own thoughts he stood up cheeks slighty flushed. Aira and Helena entered the bunkhouse. Eric walked across the room to Francesca; grabing her shoulders he threw her to the ground. Francesca looked up at him with her sea green eyes. Eric spat on her "whore" he said forably. He walked over to Aira, pishing him out of the way before leaving the bunkhouse.

Helena walked over to Francesca, offering her hand to her friend. Francesca took her callised hand, rising from the wooden floor. "You okay?" Helena asked. "Yeah I am fine." Francesca replied.
Everyone came inside the bunkhouse. A few people asked Francesca is she was okay, how her stay in the hospitle was. About an hour later the dinner bell rang. Everyone began to pile out of the cramped bunkhouse.
"You guys ready to head to dinner?" Helena asked. Francesca looked at Helena; dirt was smudged across her cheek. "Go save us seats ans we will be there in a minute." Aira said. Helena looked back and forth between Aira and Francesca before turning and running out of the bunkhouse, leaving the pair alone.
"I just wanted to make sure that you were okay... you know your back and stuff." Aira said bashfully. "Oh yeah I am good now, my back is still sore but now it isn't tearing open and bleeding everywhere." Francesca said smiling a little. "He come here I want to show you something." He said reaching out to grab Francesca's hand.
Aira lead Francesca to the far side of the bunk house. Aira let go of her hand and shifted one of the wooden bunk beds over about a foot from the wall. There was a hole about the size of a thumb in one of the planks on the floor. Aira pulled the planks back to reveal a door leading below the bunk house. Aira lead Francesca down a set of narrow dirt stairs about seven feet below the bunk house. The stairs lead to a narrow passage; it was about three feet wide and fifty feet long. Francesca was in awe; "what is this?" She asked. Aira replied with a sly smile," this is our way home."