2017↠l.h

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it has been so long since i had been captured. i wasn't tied on a chair anymore, i was rotting on an old smelly matress. judging from my badly hurt limbs, they thought i wouldn't even try to escape. those last couple of days though, the two men with the silly tiger masks only came in to bring me some bread and water. i was surprised but thankful that they didn't use me as a punchbag. if i had heard correctly, their boss intended to pay me a visit soon.

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"were you a fan?" i spoke after many minutes, when we were already on the bus.

"a fan?" she asked confused. there wasn't much communication between alicia and i, but i appreciated that she wanted to help me, so at least i tried to talk to her till we arrived to my memorial.

"you know, of our band" i clarified and she whispered an 'oh' in realisation.

"well, i wasn't a crazed fan. i guess you  could say i liked your songs a lot"

"mhm" i nodded and silence fell between us again. i was thankful that the people in the bus were minding their own business and didn't pay attention to us.

"people said you were kidnapped." she blurted out of the blue. "is that what happened?" she lowered her head and fiddled with her fingers. she wouldn't give up, would she?

"part of what happened." i admitted at last, after debating whether i should tell her or not.

she rose her head and stared at me, i couldn't decipher her feelings; something between surprise and sympathy. "so it was true?! yet you managed to escape?"

i opened my mouth almost ready to share my story with her when i heard our station being called.

we were here.