Fearless

Chapter 10

I am in no rush today. I don't feel like training, or fighting, or punching. They are all the same things. I crawl from my bed and tidy the sheets. I open my wardrobe to the sea of clothes it overwhelms me once more. I pick out jeans and s gray shirt. Then black running shoes and I lace them up. The morning feels nice, to finally be awake once more, another day. Today I will decorate my room.

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Under the wardrobe I pull out a drawer to see what lays in it. It could be the future. All that lays there is a couple of blankets, material, thin sheets, and some other random things. I wonder what they're all for. All of this random stuff. I pull them out and set them in a pile in my bed. The random parts roll around carelessly wanting to get free. Like me. I take a thin grey sheet and pull it taught. Then I take some string and a needle that was with the random stuff and stitch the rim of it for decoration.
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The steady rhythm of the string and needle in my fingers takes over me. I don't stop until I'm done. Then I lay the now tablecloth on a small table in my room. It has two chairs that goes with it. Now to make my bed pretty and warmer. I grab some of the blankets, I will make them comforters. I take three of the blankets and put them one on top of the other. It creates a long thick blanket. I grab some thread and a needle and stitch it together. The colors combine to make an ombré of grey and black. I lay it neatly on my bed. I then look at my shelves and look at the scraps all laying patiently waiting to be used next. I stitch some scraps together to make a curtain look and string it on it. Everything looks better. I look around for something sharp I have an idea.

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I take out the needle from my pocket and walk to my wardrobe to the very front. I point the needle to one of the doors right near the bottom, though if someone looked carefully they would see it. I start carving my name into the cheap wood, and it carves easily. I carve these words,

I am Emerson Samteren and I am surviving.

And so it is true I am surviving this horrid place. I dust off my jeans and walk out the door to get food, I carefully shut the door behind me. Shutting in the beauty deep within the old room.

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I walk into the kitchen. Maya sits chewing a cookie slowly like she's waiting for someone and doesn't want to finish too quickly.

"Hi." I say startling her. I walk to the freezer and pull out some frozen chicken and cook it up while I wait for a response.

"Oh. Hi." She says getting up and moving closer to me. I move my mouth to say something but before I do an alarm goes off. I turn off the stove quickly and alarmed. Maya and I exchange glances and run out to the Base the sound of the beeping. Everyone is around the computers cheering and smiling.

"Huh?" I say quietly. I see Maya gulp, but before she talks Tim walks up. He's strong figure stands in front of us.

"What's happening?" I ask half scared half curious.

"Looks like we found someone to attack!" He says smiling roughly. Attack? What does it mean. But as soon as the word bounced in my mind it stopped and blinked. Attack! We are going to attack someone. I gulp too.