Sword of Ericliff (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 3 (Life)

Alexios' POV

One month after Jurak's first visit.

I watched as Jurak chatted with a fellow guard who was tasked with watching over me as I played in my room. It has been like this every single day since I had gotten here. I would be forced to stay in my room every day and play with all of my toys and then at a certain time, a new guard would take place at the opening of my door and the old guard would meet Jurak at the front doors to tell him how I was doing. They made me feel as if I am a test subject, being view on and not being able to be left alone.

Also every day, the guard changing would differ in time, just to make sure I don't remember that changes and try to escape, I'm guessing. However, it's not like I could tell, considering I didn't have a clock in here and I wasn't a mastermind at telling time from the sun. Though, where would I go if I got free? Not only do I not have any clue as to where I was, but according to what Jurak has told me, obviously my family has already moved on without me.

That thought sent a pang into my stomach. The fact that my family could be getting on without me hurt more than anyone would think. Though, I didn't really care much about my parents rather than Edward. I hope he was doing okay with our father. I didn't like the fact that he would have to endure whatever I did wrong. I wish I was there to help him and to get my father off of him.

I sighed as I watched the guard nod at Jurak before leaving. I kept watching as Jurak stood there for a few minutes before looking up. I gasped as his eyes pierced mine and I swear, in that moment, I could feel evil rolling off of him in waves and his eyes seemed to hold a malicious glare towards me. This caused me to shiver and I stepped back from the window. I stood there and shook my head, trying to get the feeling off of me. Jurak wasn't evil, he was helping me. Wasn't he?

I sighed once more to clear my head and turned to gaze at my room. There were action figures, cars, coloring books, ramps, and hell there was even a smart-phone, (which I've never got to use before), that I could use to play on, but I hated every single one of the toys. I've never had a childhood before, and I thought that I would get the pleasure of having another one here, but everything sucks. Especially being trapped in here. I can't even pretend to play with the toys. I mean, why the hell would anyone want to play with one of these things anyway? What can children picture that makes them see the world that way? Why can't I do the same thing?

Instead of choosing to play with the multiple of toys that were provided to me, I always chose to read the books. I would go through a book and day and still need more to read. Books have always fascinated me. Where Edward liked to draw, I liked to write and read. I always thought it was fascinating to be able to get lost in the world that the author paints for you. I've always enjoyed getting specific quotes from them as well, which entertained not only myself but Edward as well. Edward had always loved whenever I gave him a quote to chew on. He also loves to listen to me read to him, which was my favorite part of any day. However, I haven't had that pleasure of doing that in a while, even before all of this had happened.

I swallowed and made my way to the stack of books in the corner of the room. I've only been able to have ten books since I've been here. Today, they would most likely be giving me another one and I couldn't wait! I wonder what more adventures would be coming for me! I frowned at the kiddish thought that went through my head before shaking it and bending down to pick up a book.

I didn't have much time to read as the door to my room unlocked and swung open. I flipped around quickly, preparing for anything expect what was coming through the door. I expected an adult, of any age or size really, either coming to grab me or to give me food or something of the sorts. I wasn't expecting two small little kids to shuffle their way in and stand as the door swung shut once more. They both turned to look at me and I gasped. I didn't know that there were any other kids in this place other than me.