"They say...I was forgotten in this world. I was not meant to be alive anymore."
Whispers in my head, voices of the unknown. But why can I hear them? Why do I have to suffer through this noise of the unknown? That sounds like thunder in my head, pounding and thundering. Whispers of the unknown that keep speaking to me over and over. All-day and night.
I didn't wish to hear the thunder of feet stomping down the hall, the screams so high pitched like a bird being killed. Still, I wish I didn't hear these shouts of anger, and shouts of pleads to be spared for their sins.
Soon, there was no noise. No whispers, no thundering, no pleads...of forgiveness.
"#971!! ARE YOU RESTING??? YOU HAVE A VISITOR TOMORROW MORNING REST UP!"
I hated being called a number...like I'm just another card in their game. They knew my name, but they see me as just a number. Like everyone else in the place, just another number. We are no people to him, just a card.
My name is Stievn, not #971...im just a number to them...Nothing. More anymore.
I decided I should just rest, I didn't even know who would visit me. My father is a Guard here, but he works with the grown-up prisoners, and he hates me, a lot. My mother is in another country. And I don't have any friends I care about or care about me.
As I drifted into sleep, voices filled my head. Whispers...
Whispering...
Just Whispering...
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"he-hello......?''
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I woke up an hour later breathing hard.
Where have I heard that voice?
I don't understand...
-Kyler Lynn
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The Forgotten One
Teen FictionDarkness Can mean lots of things But I was forgotten My name is Stiven And my life is going down into hell
