Abandoned

7

Scarlet droplets from where Lukas had seeped his teeth into my skin were still rebounding from my body and onto the cool cement ground. I recapped my mind onto that short time ago, feeling utterly scarred for my entire life on this planet and, possibly, any other life that may follow.

Lukas tasted my blood for the first time and sprung himself backward. The face he was depicting had ceased and his expression had become ashamed and upset. He whispered, "I'm sorry." And threw me to the ground. He then glanced back at me his lips mouthing something that I will never know and flung the door to the outside world open and jumped out.

I awoke, thinking these happenings were just another dream, I had dreamt about it every time I had been lucky enough to fall into sleep throughout these past few days. I wept for a longer period of time than usual. I was now alone in these circumstances. In this surrounding that I did not know. I had no one to talk to. No social interaction, no one to protect me. I had no one and I was going to become insane because of it.

Food fell past my throat and into my waiting stomach; its flavor of chicken and gravy left an amazing taste on my wet tongue. This was alike the first time I had eaten food. I remember that time exactly, it was, in fact, only several days ago; but still. The delicious meat had soothed my throat and my body had embraced this new comer as one of its own. This small piece of meat had filled an empty gap inside of me that had gone missing, and was missing, for several weeks. This is something that no one should have to go through. The water that I had drunk spilt down the holes into my body and froze them even more than they already were. It was not as amazing as the food as I felt that I already had water inside of me with the coldness that was seeping into this room, but it was still an amazing experience that would never be forgotten by me.

Lukas. All I could think about was how he had said goodbye to me and how I will never know what he mouthed to me on that night. I was completely unsettled by this fact, so much that I stopped myself from slipping back into sleep again. But fatigue eventually did take its chance and wrapped me in its cool, dark grasp, embracing me with terrible dreams. Dreams of Lukas.