The days pass by and I lose track of time. I spend my days playing with Breyon and teaching him his numbers and the alphabet. Everything is calm and I pray that they don't come for me again for at least a couple days due to last night.
I speak in hushed whispers to my boy as we play a game of patty cake.
A smile graces his face which causes one to shine across mine. You know that little light at that end of the tunnel? That little reason to hold on, to not give up? Yeah that's what Breyon is for me. Everytime I think I can't hold on or I can't do this anymore. I just think of him and I know I can and that I will hold on. For him.
"Meal time pigs!" A loud booming voice yells out.
Breyon's eyes light up with excitement.
All the woman line up against their cells waiting for their piddly amount of food for the day.
The men go one by one to each cell, roughly shoving the food to the starving women.
Finally they get to our cell. Breyon is practically salivating at the mouth.
I along with Maya take our portions before the guards can throw them to the dirty floor which they find amusing because we still eat it.
Today I see it is a slice of hard bread with a half glass of water. They feed us just enough for us to survive.
I hand the bread to Breyon and watch as he shoves it into his mouth. He's more than half way done with the slice when his eyes well with tears.
"What's wrong baby?" I question worriedly. Maybe it was poisoned?
"I didn't sharwe with you." Breyon says with a sniffle as he raises his dirty hand to wipe at his eyes.
"Baby, I want you to eat it." I tell him as I run a hand through his dirty brown hair.
"But mommy hungee." He says still contemplating about eating his measly piece of bread.
"Mommy's not hungry bubba. You eat it or you won't grow big and strong." I tell him with a kiss to his forehead. He's a sweet little boy he doesn't belong here.
He doesn't waste another second before shoving the bread into his mouth. I'm almost afraid he'll choke.
After he's done I take a sip of the dirty water before giving the rest to him. After its all gone he looks at me sadly and I can tell he wants more.
Maya comes and gives me half of her slice of bread which I rip in half and give half of it to Breyon while I save half of it for myself. I give her a grateful look and an appreciative hug before taking Breyon to our corner.
I look into his chocolate brown eyes and run my fingers through his long dirty locks. He really could pass for my son. His eyes and hair are the same color as my own.
"Story momma?" Breyon asks.
"Sure baby." I say with a kiss to his head.
"Once upon a time there was a handsome Prince. Hmmm any idea what his name might be?" I ask with a smile.
"Breyon!" Breyon says happily clapping his hands.
"That's right you little genius!" I say as he runs his nose against mine.
"What's a g-g-genius?" Breyon asks curiously.
I laugh as I say, "It means you're really smart baby."
He just nods his head and I continue the story, "Anyway, Prince Breyon was the Prince to the biggest kingdom in all the land. He brought happiness and joy to all the people. One day Prince Breydon decided to take a ride on his noble steed through the town. On his journey he met an amazing wizard. The wizard was being ran over by a herd of cows. Prince Breydon rode in on his noble steed and saved the nice wizard. The wizard told Prince Breyon that he was so greatful and that he had the magic to make him be able to fly! Prince Breydon wasn't sure if he could trust this wizard but decided that what is the worst that could happen. The wizard said three magic words and Prince Breydon felt as light as a feather. He looked down and his feet were no longer on the ground. With a laugh he set off and soared across the skies. He soared over forests and oceans. Before long Prince Breydon decided that he should go home. Once there he decided that what good could he do from inside the castle walls? From that day forward Prince Breydon became a hero, soaring high in the air on the look out for anyone in trouble." At the end I look over and seen that Breydon has fallen asleep. I feel my eyes drifting closed too.
Right before sleep takes me I whisper, "Prince Breydon is my hero too. We just have to have just a little bit of hope."
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Just a Little Bit of Hope
WerewolfHope is such a fickle thing really. Everyone has at least a little of it. But what if you've been so broken and beaten down that all your hope runs out? Even when I have nothing left and there's no light up ahead to keep me going, I keep moving b...