It was a Wednesday. But he had no idea of the exact date, or time.
The sun shone through a miniscule crack in the wall. He smiled. It was a glimmer of hope, a glimmer of something he knew that was deep down inside of me. He chuckled pitifully at the thought. If you wish too hard for something, it wouldn't happen, and then you would just be all broken up inside.
It had been too long, way too long since he had seen the light of day. He had even forgotten his own name. It could have been anywhere between 1-10 years, he didn't know. But if it was so long that he had forgot his precious name, he knew there was no hope for him yet. That's the thing; he knew, yet he still hung onto it like a little child might clutch a favorite blanket.
He heard the iron gates twist open and looked out, curious. The last time they had opened was yesterday. From what he was told, they were only opened once every six weeks. Ms. M walked in, a devilish smile on her painted lips. Two words was all it took to bring the familiar face of horror that had last appeared when he was taken.
"You're up."
Cliffhanger!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (In weird opera voice)
What do you think's gonna happen next? Best guess gets a follow and dedication. So comment away, my pretties!
P.S If you don't get that reference, then your childhood is a lie.
