Oswald's story

Chapter 2

My mother starved and lonely glanced up at me and her sorrowful eyes spark. She struggles to stand, to weak to move, along with the terrorising pain of the shackles strangling her poor thin legs. My hand thoughtlessly took out a sword and slashed at the harming full silverware. My hands were g toting sore but I was dedicated to break this unforsaken chain."Crash!" The chains broke in two finally my mother was free, back in my arms again. She reached to hug me, I look up at her face and noticed her face was incredibly pale and thin but I ignored this because why did it matter I had my mother back. Her mouth began to move and I waited to hear the sound of calm voice but I never did ever again, for my mother was dead. Thick,warm blood poured from her mouth covering me but at this point I didn't care, all I cared about was holding my dear mother for as long as possible.

"Oswald, Oswald are you all right?" came the voice of the figure who's name I still do not know. "I heard you shouting " his caring voice adds. My mind was spinning trying to figure out what just happened, that was a dream? But it was so realistic and painful. Whilst I was trying to establish the fact that the worst tragedy of my life has come back to haunt me in the shape of a nightmare I notice the figure looking longingly at me, waiting for an answer. I want to tell him about my mother but I the fact is is I don't think I can handle it myself let alone share it.

But I had to say something so I said "just a nightmare,  ummm I don't remember receiving your name," he smiles showing his beautiful glistening teeth and says " Edaward, Nygma." he waits a second before turning to leave but as he does he looks at me amid in the most soothing voice possible he says " I hope you know Oswald I am always here for you."

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Those words keep playing back in my mind over and over. Maybe he loves me, no of course not but what if he did? I certainly care for him, his jet black hair standing proud on his head bringing out the miraculous sparkle in his eye. His beautiful smile and kind, caring nature towards others he is the only one who had truly cared for me since my mother and I need him in my life. I have no choice but to confess my feeling to Ed.