Eaden Forever

Boone's Memory: The Walls Have Ears

The Walls Have Ears: Memory #4

It had been almost a month since she lit my arm on fire.

I was fortunate to have my arm heal, but the area around it was still burned. When my arm went back to normal the next day, all that was left was scarring.

The burn marks went up my left side, to my shoulder all the way up to my neck.

She didn't try to see me once, but today she felt it necessary to pester me.

She stood in front of me, demanding that I play a game with her. I refused.

"You're my friend!" she hissed, "You have to play with me!"

It was too late before I spoke. I had held in this anger towards her. I couldn't control my words.

"Friend?" I demanded, "I am no such thing. I am your slave, here by force. I will never willingly be your friend!"

She stared back at me, almost like she was hurt.

She didn't really have feelings, monsters don't feel.

"I. Hate. You." I said, slowly dragging out my words.

She looked down at the floor, "It's because I'm a monster, isn't it?"

I had to pull myself together when I heard her words. How many people have called her a monster? Was I any different? No, I was just like her.

We were brought up differently, but I no longer cared.

"You are a monster," I hissed, "And you are a killer! You have no feelings!"

I found myself screaming at her, and I noticed once I stopped to breathe that she didn't cry.

She looked like she had heard all of that before, and I felt terrible. Not for very long.

"Suck it up," I hissed at her, "You have slaves. I am number ninety-six for crying out loud!"

Her expression didn't change as she stared at me. Her eyes didn't once change colors.

"You've killed almost a hundred people," I stated, "And you almost killed me!"

She cocked her head to the side at the last thing I said.

"You promised," I hissed at her, "And you broke it, I will never be your friend, so get away from me!"

She shifted her weight as she stood there, "How can I be better?"

Why did her words pierce through me?

"You can get away from me and never speak to me again!" I shouted, "Better yet, let me go!"

Fear spread across her face.

Before I knew it, I felt something rough collide with the back of my head, and I barely moved forward. That was when I felt something pierce my neck, and I fell to the floor before blacking out.

...

When I came to, I felt cold.

I wasn't usually this sensitive to the temperature unless I was in my human form.

How many days had it been?

I shifted my weight, and I heard the familiar sound of metal rattling.

The chains that bound me connected me to the wall.

I was angry, starving, cold, tired, and I was in constant pain.

They must have figured out that they couldn't hurt me when my demon arm was out.