Chrysanthemum's Walls | I.P.

Chapter 2: The Man

Chapter 2: The Man

"All I am,

is a man.

I want the world,

in my hands."

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The Man... That is what I think of him. The Man that took me away from my quiet life. The man that hit my head, knocked me out and dragged me to the ravine. The one place with no towering white walls.

I stare at him with hate in my eyes. My head throbs were he whacked the handle of his knife. There is now a strip of fabric around my head to stop the bleeding. I am sitting against a tree with my arms and legs tied together tight with rope.

My wrists burn when I move. The skin is long gone and rubbed away. The rope is rough and tightness of it at my ankles and wrists only making the pain worse. The good thing is it keeps my mind off of my head. Which feels as if a rock was dropped on it from 100 feet in the air.

The Man seems to not notice or not care that I am trying to burn a hole in his head with my eyes. He eats his apple and leans against the edge of the white wall.

When I woke up it was dawn and as the sun came up my head hurt more and more. The Man said I had been knocked out all night. Now the sun is almost fully up.

The juice from the apple drips down his unshaven chin. My stomach clenches and I realize how much I need food. "Care to share?" I say hoping if I'm somewhat pleasant he will give me some.

"I'd rather not. For all I know Chrysanthemum, you could have some weird disease." The Man took a big bite of the apple and made a show of chewing with his mouth open.

"How do you know my name?"

"I just do." He replied, being completely vague.

"Fine, you know my name, can you at least tell me yours?" I asked hoping to at least learn something about my captor. Maybe hearing his name would help me remember why his eyes are so familiar.

"Sorry, not telling. I only tell people I trust, my name." He bit into the apple again. My stomach growled adding to my irritable mood. His stubbornness to tell me anything about everything going on didn't help either. I moved hoping to get at least a little bit comfortable.

A burning pain shot through my arms and legs. Tears sprung to my eyes and threatened to fall. I held back a yelp as I remembered the stupid ropes. "Could you at least untie my ankles? Wouldn't it be easier for you for me to walk instead of dragging me? Since I am awake now I can walk." He looked at me and leaned his head to the side, thinking over what I had said.

He reached out and pulled at the rugged rope around my feet. I bit my tongue to stop from yelling. I was never going to heal from this. As he untied my ankles, he made sure not to be careful. The rope rubbed and cut deeper into me. I could see the raw "skin" beneath. If you could even call it that. When the rope fell away I warily moved my feet apart. I could see blood slowly coming out of my now uncovered wounds.

Red welts surround them from where the rope had sometimes rubbed while I was being dragged. I brought my knees to my body and rested my chin on them. I hugged my legs, hoping I would live to see tomorrow. Whatever this man wanted with me, I had no idea. I just hope I'm still alive when he's done with me.15%

**AUTHORS NOTE**

I'm really times a million sorry this is short. Especially since it has been months since I last updated. I promise I will be better. But please vote because I feel like I'm talking to myself.