Who am I?
The problem is I don’t know. I don’t know where I am either. I’ve been here for weeks. Or at least I think so. The aroma of sweat and soil fill my nostrils. Gazing around the cellar-like room for what feels like the hundredth time, I take a deep breath through my mouth, trying not to inhale the sickening smell. I look through the single window in the diminutive stone room at the clear night sky, moon barely illuminating the clouds in the far horizon.
“What should I do?” I miserably ask the moon, running my hands down the rough walls. Not getting an answer, I shut my eyes and sink down to the cold dirt flooring.
I just want to know who I am and why I’m here, I think to myself.
Regarding the room once more, I decide to walk over to the few objects that are in the room: a blanket on the ground (for sleeping on. Forget trying to cover up in it with this 5-star floor), an old wooden bookcase, which was empty, against the wall next to the blanket, and a pile of random pieces of clothing that I haven’t bothered to change into yet.
I haven’t had any contact with another human being. And every time I fall asleep, I wake up with a rusted tray of old, hard bread, and a cup of some-what clear water. I tried fake sleeping a couple times, but no tray had showed up. I decided it’s better to get some food and water than seeing where it had came from.
Sighing audibly, I lie down on the prickly green blanket and curl into a ball, and close my eyes, waiting for sleep to wash over me.
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Snapping my eyes open, I’m awoken by a soft shuffling noise coming from just behind my head. My heart beats rapidly at the thought of seeing a person. I slow my breathing so I don’t alarm whoever is in the room with me. Turning over gently, I squint my eyes through the black and see that it’s a figure with a dark brown leather jacket on. Through the dark, it looks like a man, about 6’1” and built. Thankfully, he’s facing away from me. As I sit up soundlessly, I tuck my legs under me and crouch forward. The man must have sensed my movement and froze, his shallow breaths heard from where I’m bent down. I gradually start panicking, realizing how big he is, especially compared to my small 5’3 build.
Standing up, I clear my throat. “What are you doing?” I try asking toughly, but my voice ends up cracking from lack of water.
The man stands up straight and pulls back his hood as he turns around, his green eyes, illuminated in the dark, resting on me and sending a shiver through me.
“What are you doing?” I request again, sounding a little more confident. Seeing his features a little more clearly in the soft moonlight, I realize he is not a man, but a boy around 19 or 20. His thick, curly brown hair pushed back from his forehead, his eyelashes framing light green eyes with a dark green ring around them, a slightly big nose, and pink soft looking lips. He sighs in defeat, knowing he was caught and there was no way around the inevitable.
“I’m here to protect you and hide you. And doing so required elimination of all contact,” he gently sighed, running his hand through his thick hair, “I’m sorry,” the boy quietly said and slid into the hole in the ground under the wooden bookcase, pushing the wood back into place.
Before I could register what had happened, I heard a lock click shut and I quickly rushed over to the case, pounding on the rotten-looking wood. Not concerned about the blood flowing from my tightly closed little fists, I continued to pound, sobbing loudly, and wishing to know who I was.
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Authors Note~
Well, hey guys (:
My first book, Until It’s Gone, was one of the first pieces that I had ever written. And I was naïve and thought I could come up with an original idea then. Turns out most of it sounded just like a lot of other fanfics that had been written. I might stick with my storyline that I had in Until It’s Gone, but it won’t be as cliché, or at least I hope so. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one and please give me feedback. It would be greatly appreciated.
Thanks, bugs. <3
Jordan xx
