immediately felt amazed at what I had just done. I dont think you understand how brilliant and how refreshing doing what I just did feels. What? You want to know?
Fine
My name is Gareth Hickly. Because I am o so kind I will unlock my story to you. But! First I must ask, do you wish to learn the story which could be your last?
Really? Fine
This started two weeks ago
"mum! Im home" I shouted as I walk thought the worn down old door way of my house. I have lived here for as long as I remember. I waited, and waited, and waited but no one answered. I slowly walk down the dark hallway. Why is it so dark? I pulled my hand up to, I think about 30cm away but I couldnt see it.
"Hello!" I tried to shout but it came out as a whisper "Hel-" my words were cut short by a cloth covered hand covering my mouth and nose. It smelled weird was the last thing I thought before I was plunged into the darkness behind my lids.
I couldnt remember much but as I came to I heard voices. I didnt know what to do so I stayed silent.
"What do you mean you want him back!" a rough voice shouted. Im guessing it was a man but another more familiar feminine voice interrupted my thoughts. "I did but I want him back!" wait that sounds like – it couldnt, could it? – mum! "your not getting him back!" I heard the voice right next to me causing me to recoil away from it. Great they know Im awake.
SMACK
Before I could open my eyes, I heard a slap and then crying which slowly transformed into the whisper of the wind as it moved away.
"Wake up!" I heard causing me to slowly open my eyes. Before me stood a man. His face looked hard. No sign of kindness. 'it was this man' I thought. He had a scar traveling for above his right eye traveling across the channel of his nose and ending just under his left. "my names James, you work for me now".
Over the next two weeks only one word could describe what it was like. HELL. Out of the time I have been here Ive only had two meals. They constantly hit and kick me. My skin is stained red. No not from paint nor from any food spillage. It was the one thing it shouldnt be covered in...blood. I have hundreds of cuts and bruises and thats no exaggeration. But you couldnt see them. The mood and blood sure covered them well.
When I wasnt working they kept me here. In a room. It has no mattress only a blanket. Which by the way is the only item in this room. I need to get out. No I must get out. Ive been planning. Tonight, I Gareth Hickly will escape.
It was an hour later when someone came to check on me. They slowly stepped into the room. When they were, in I sprinted out of the door and locked it behind me. I slowly walked through the maze-like building when Im hit from behind. "What are you doing out?!" Jamie shouted. I didnt respond. Of course, the hitting started. I couldnt do anything; my mind was blank after all this. Suddenly
A sprinkle of metal crept its way into my view. "This will be the last time, boy!" I see the blade slowly moving towards my throat. In a last act, I plunged my hand into the knife cutting myself but managing to push it away from me. A clank notifies me the blade is on the ground. I race to pick it up twirling around I...
Wow had better stop I think Im revealing to many details for you than you should receive. Unfortunately, youve heard enough already to never be able to leave so Ill give you some last words. After I picked up the blade lets just say it wasnt just my blood on my hands. It felt so exhilarating. Its true what people say.
(I plan to continue this story if you guys want to see more. If you do let me know.)
