Living in the prison. Well if you can call it 'living' has been tough but Eleanor was god sent. During the morning she would cup her heads for hours as water dripped from the ceiling. After that, she would give me all of the water.
In order to heal my wounds, she would ask me to carry her and to get leaves off a tree. It was a fragrant smelling leaf, she would chew it and once mixed with her saliva she would press it in my wounds. I was skeptical at first but the pain subsided. She has learned all of this out of survival.
I was in my best possible shape in prison, And to return the favor I would scrounge whatever food I can get my hands on...Ants, Rodents, and Worms were all fair game I would give her most of it. But the big day was going to happen tomorrow so I needed all the sleep I could get.
It was night and I was embracing her. The jacket I gave was too big for her so she felt cold. She kept me from going insane from the fact that I might not survive.
"A-Alexi." She asked
I replied "Hm? What is it, Eleanor?"
"When I was young all I can remember was the big walls of this place, It was sad but is the outside better?"
I tighten my embrace on her and whisper "The world outside is big, Many people they fight allot but some are nice."
"I'm scared If they fight isn't it safe?"
Eleanor...I don't know how to describe this feeling. But I want to return the favor of saving my life, I felt responsible. Is this what being a Father is like?
I faced her and said "It is scary. But Alexi will be like your Papa." I could not control the words leaving my mouth. But my heart ached but I was determined.
Her eyes began to water. She sobbed quietly. But I wiped them off, her tears of joy turned to euphoria she then said: "Then I will help Papa Alexi!"
I kissed her forehead and said "I will be there. But go to sleep it will be my big day, and we can get out of here."
She stayed by my side as I slowly drift to sleep. If I ever have a daughter I want her to be as sweet as her, the fact that she is kind and not fearful despite everything she was known in the past is pure misery. I want to change that.
The warm morning air blew on me, I stood up and wiped my eyes it was sticky but I felt...Much better.
My face was beaten to a pulp but my sight has returned to normal. My cracked lips were gone because it felt moist. I stood up and my jacket was wrapped around me like a blanket.
I saw Eleanor sleeping at the side. Did she stay up all night to help me?
"H-Hey Wak.." Before I can finish my sentence. Something was not right, her lips were pale it also looked cracked and her breathing was irregular.
I quickly ran towards her. Her eyes were half open and she was shivering.
NO! Did she just discard her health for my sake?!
Her mouth was dry. She was dehydrated and her health was in waning. I ran where the ceiling was dripping water. She has to live! But as I cupped my hands as the precious water dripped it was not enough!
As I tried to get water the door behind me opened and a man shouts "Looks like the Trailblazer is awake!"
I turned to them and begged "Please give me some water! The kid is about to die! Please, I don't care if I live or die just give her some water."
"Oh that 'thing' you call a kid is a freak! I heard some of the guards use it to practice their dexterity in bed!"
"She is not usable anymore due to the puss that comes out of her pussy! Like a Jam Filled Bun!"
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MELTDOWN 1
Action"Man is condemned to be free."- J.P Sartre Set in the distant future of Post-Apocalyptic Ukraine. The story centers to a young man named Alexi Orlov a man conscripted into the Faction Wars it has thrown countless lives into a cycle of violence best...