The REAL Beginning to a Brighter Future

#4 Maybe I figured it out

I woke up not even remembering falling asleep. My back was in a slitting pain like it had been pulled and then sat on by an elephant.
I looked at my hands and wondered what caused that horrid stuff to come out. The first time I don't even remember. Cause the next day I didn't even realize my dad was gone. Maybe... It's hurt, as in feelings. Maybe... Anger! In all the movies or books its anger that triggers it. Shit. What makes ME angry. Uhhhh. I look around like there's anything that would help. My mom. I don't know what they've done to her. She was always there for me. Her beautiful young looking face with her hazel green eyes and her bright smile. What if they killed her. My heart stopped. I'm never gonna see her again... I stare at my hands hardly breathing. No. My hands started shaking. The anger hit like a bolder. The smoke started coming out with the red sparks. They were so pretty. Wow. I started to twirl it through my fingers like it was some kind of snake. I can't believe I can do this. It's so pretty. The way it curved through the air with no trouble. Wow. Maybe they're wrong. Maybe I can control it and use it for something better. Rather than sitting in this shit hole.

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I've spent almost a week in here. I've heard screams so loud I still wonder if they're the screams of death. The door suddenly flies open.
"What the fuck! What's your proble-
I stop dead in my words. They threw a guy in here. He was so beaten I couldn't feel anything. I just went numb. The thing is. This room is pitch black. You can only see the sillowet of things. Him. God I feel bad for him. So I only saw a glimpse of him when the guard opened the door.

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I've been sitting here trying to make out what he looks like but I can't. Damn it! He suddenly screams and sits up straight. Was he the screams I've been hearing. He was breathing heavily. Like he had just run a marathon. I think I make out him staring in my direction.
"Hello?" He says. His voice. It's so soothing. Holy shit I sound weird.
"Is someone there?" There it is again. Holy SHIT I love his voice. Say something.
"Hi." Is all I manage to say. Wow great entrance.
He still breathes heavily.
"How long have you been in here?"
"I don't actually know...Holy shit"
"What?!"
"I've been her for almost two years... Hearing YOU screaming and... Oh my God I'm so sorry you've been tortured and... I'm just hear thinking like a spoilt brat. Thinking that I've had it bad I'm so-
"Hey... It's ok..." He started moving closer. And I felt my heart race. Tears were falling down my face. Why am I so weak. More tears started to fall. Then I feel his arms around me pulling me into a hug. I didn't expect that from someone that bearly knows me. But I really needed it but felt bad for just using a guy that has probably been through way worse than me.
"It's ok...you're gonna be ok. You didn't hurt me. It's fine."
"But I'v-ve hu-hurt other people. I don't deserve to be ali-ive."
I was crying so much now. I don't know what got into me.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
He pulls slowly away from the hug and holds my shoulders. He looks at me and says
"Don't be sorry. You haven't done anything wrong. Trust me I know who has done me wrong."
I smile and then realise that it's hopeless cause we can't see shit and say
"Thank you. I needed that" I giggle at what I just said.
"I'm sorry that came out wrong-fuck I haven't talked to someone in a long time."
He laughs. God his laugh is so cute. He really makes me feel better about life. Haha. I'm weird. I hear his voice again.
"Are we ever getting out of here?"
"Doubt it."
He laughs again, and we fall asleep.

Heeyy again tell me if you like the story and what you think will happen next. Love you all bye 3>