I can't remember a thing and my head aches so bad.
Why am I here?
I am trapped inside a four cornered walls painted in white. I don't remember anything but I know that I have been here for a long time, and I haven't eaten anything except for soup.
"Good Morning Foster," I hear someone say. I turn my body back and saw an old man on his seventies, there was a swollen bruise on his left cheeck but it didn't stop him from smiling.
His smile seems to annoy me, I realized that it was the first time that I saw that face in here, but deep inside my aching head it didn't agree as much as that.
"It's time to leave," he says, "to show you the real world."
"I am scared," I say - I have been here for so long, and I am curious of the real world, but why do I still want to be here.
My heart.
My heart beats fast.
Telling me no.
"Let's go," he forced.
"I said no!" I shouted. I remember him now, and mow I just felt like giving him that bruise again, now on the other side.
"I wish to stay Palomino."
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Dark Alley
Ficção AdolescenteFoster was naive. He had been alone in the 'alley' - an ironic metaphor he used to describe the claustrophobic, four cornered room that was well lit to expose the white walls. After being sedated to sleep for a longer period no one could imagine, he...
