Everything was coming back into vision. I was still in the same dark room, just as before. Only the chains were gone, as well as the chair.
I was free to leave.
I tried to stand, but was unsuccessful. The pain from yesterday was still lingering in my body. The same burning liquid mixed with my blood, was running through my veins. Nothing too new.
I just wish someone would come help me, and be my savior.
"Hello my dear," I didn't want him, "Do you like your corner? Nice and cozy, huh?"
"Leave me alone!" I yelled.
"As you can see, you are able to leave my dear. Just get up and go." He knew I couldn't move. Why would he say that? The man let out a sick laugh.
"Was that some kind of joke?"
"Why, yes, of course. You see, you cannot move. That is why it is funny."
"What did you do to me!"
"Get up and go find out for yourself, my dear."
I rolled my eyes as he laughed once more. 'What the hell is wrong with this guy?' I thought.
"C'mon get up!" the man shouted. "If you want to know what happened so badly, get up!"
'Why was he doing this?'
"Get up!" a tear slipped out of my eye, and rolled onto my cheek. "Move! Don't you want to know what's wrong with you?" the man kept yelling.
He is making me go out of my mind. "Get off your ass!"
"Stop!" I shouted, "Stop... Please. I can't take it."
The man let out a sigh, "Maybe I chose the wrong girl for this. You're clearly just a wimp."
'Wrong girl? What's he talking about? How long has he been planning to do this to me? What is this?'
"Nothing a little pain won't fix, well a lot actually." The man showed his evil smirk.
"You're insane."
"Why, thank you."
"That wasn't meant to be a compliment."
"Oh, but it was." the man chuckled, then walked out of the dark room. "Bye-bye my dear."
I wish I could move. Oh, how badly I want to get up an leave. I wish this was just a dream, a horrible nightmare. I just want this to be over. All of it.
There has to someone looking for me. If there is, they certainly are taking their sweet time.
I wonder if anyone misses me. I don't remember anyone, I doubt they will remember me. Heck, I don't even remember me. I don't even know my own name. I don't know anyone. Does anyone know me?
I want to go home, but I don't remember it. Do I even have a home? It doesn't matter, I highly doubt I will ever see it again.
I just want to go anywhere, but here.
I just want to get up and leave this living hell behind, as if it never happened.
Why! Why did he choose me!
W-why did he choose me?
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Novela Juvenil
You'll just have to read to find out. Also I don't have a title for it, so you will just have to wait for it
