Alone...

Alone... (prologue?)

  "I'll be very fear with you. And it's the last time I will...." There was an irritated tone in my voice "I'm not grown for patience. It's  not my fault, nor yours. I wouldn't know whom it would be. Yet come on, I thought you would be a little more comprehensive..." I said. It seemed like an argument with somebody, as I didn't sound all too happy. Yet it was curious that I seemed to have a whole conversation on my own.  

My name is Eva Greywood, I'm 17 years old and that's all I know. This little game of mine is something to help me to not get bored, but it doesn't always help. Sadly it was the case now and I couldn't help getting a little sad of it. Solitude. I Hated it.

" Do you know what it truly means to be alone? I mean really alone? Not like your friends have faded for a little while because they have class or something, no... you can call them, or wait, you know someone will finally come to you... " 

I sighed again "But really being alone... there's no one, no one you can trust or to talk to, no one to see or even simply met. No one to give a hug to or tell how you feel, no one to laugh with...just alone... " 

"It's horrible, you cry your eyes out because of it, you don't know how to handle it , you try to get yourself up and finally... become mad, totally crazy, depressed and have a death wish against anyone. They did it to you, they ignored you, used you like a toy...they hated you..." a now small broken voice said, breaking the silence in the eternal dark room.

" and at some point you begin to talk to yourself..."

A slight point of furor entered my voice. My eyes gained an amber yellow color, my hands began to form claws. I took my head into my hands and tried to calm myself down.Helplessly. 

"Why do you do this ?!!" I screamed. "Please let me go out of this place, just for one minute, or let me see someone, I am beging you... I AM NOT THE DEMON YOU THINK I AM!!!
I hit the wall with my fist, hoping to calm down, but instead a nasty "crack" came from it and it started to bleed.
"DAMN IT!!!" I cried.

A very soft sound could be heard, like as if a door had been pushed aside, and to my biggest surprise, lights went on. Every mussel in my body tensed, I tried to see who is was, but my tears made my eyes one flaw mess. I couldn't identify something, just nothing. 

"Get away" I growled "leave me alone."
No answer. I honestly tried to see who it was but I couldn't. The effort seemed useless."Please, for your own sake, go away . I am dangerous, don't want to hurt you. So for your own sake get out... or are you here for another job...?" Fear formed in my voice and my stomach tied to one ball. Sometimes those blurred silhouettes weren't that nice at all.

"You're not dangerous, no more than me, and no, I ain't here for another job."

 The voice of a man.It could clearly be heard.Soft, but deep.A little stern.

"Who are you?"
"Doesn't matter" the voice was close now. 

I once again desperately tried to see him, but once again it was unsuccessful.

"Do you know why you can't see me?" he asked.

 I shook my head negatively. "They made you light blind by keeping you here. Light hurts your eyes now, and they protect themselves by keeping themselves very...hydrated, That's why the room was dark. And the fact you cry doesn't help. But that where by no mean the orders given to the others..." his voice had taken a mean and cold turn.

"Orders?" I repeated. "what do you mean by that?"
He kept silence, probably said to much, I don't know. As it grew longer, I spoke again.
"Just leave... I don't deserve your company, alright?"
And at that moment, before I even knew what was happening , two arms pressed me against his chest.
"Hé...What..." I realized it was a hug.
"hush, do not cry little one . Your time will come. Soon you'll be free. The roofs of New York City will be yours. You'll have good friends." he paused "A hard future... but you will be the best."
"...I..." my voice hesitated, what was he talking about?
"Hush now, close your eyes..." The voice was so warm and welcoming... I couldn't help it but a bit later I fell asleep into his arms.

I don't know for how long I slept...but when I woke up, it was the same dark room again. no sign of a door, or a light, or of another person. My hand was still bleeding and broken. It was just a dream. It all had been a dream. I looked at the ceiling, sad and disappointed...

 Suddenly my hand touched something. It was a rough small piece of paper with a text "hold on, little one".  I smiled, because they did have a lot, but not the technology to create dreams.