"Uh"
My head hurts...
I don't remember much...
"Sleep dreams"
I remember nothing but that voice.
The horrible voice.
That's all I thought about...
That voice...
"Wake up!" Pain burned my cheek like fire, I soon opened my eyes to see a bright light,
To my reaction I closed my eyes again.
Once Again a slap went across my face.
"Look your hurting her..." a shy voice replied
They soon started arguing
"She will die if she doesn't listen to the rules"
"So you don't need to hurt her"
"She will die anyway"
"True..."
They stoped talking a silence fell across all of us.
I turned around looking at the side of the room, there was a poster saying 'PRONE' and some hastily scribbled drawing of this man...
A memory hit me, that man was, my dad?
When they saw me looking at the poster they started talking to me
"He is marvellous isn't he..."
He knew, him?
"How do you know, him"
"Well he created us" the woman said in a shy tone
"What..."
My dad created 'them'
"You are so clueless aren't you, we'll get up"
This man he is so stubborn...
He reminds me of someone...
yes I remember,
Sam, Sam, Sam, Flynn
"Sam Flynn!" Realising that I said that aloud I got up and apologised
"Y-you know Sam..." wait why did he ask, and how does he know...
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Imprisoned
Non-Fiction'"Welcome to the arena" Those words hurt. Knowing I will never see him unless I beat through the lot of them. Home, all I want is to be home... I'm stuck though. I'm stuck here, I'm going to die soon I know it.' Zerra is a young girl who has to be p...
