You Shouldn't Trust Me

Pedro's Old Life - Part Two

Sorry for the wait, I have been very busy with the holidays and stuff. So I will try to get the next chapter out as fast as I can :) Oh yeah, this chapter won't be as messed up as other ones, sorry if you don't like it. It is fine if you don't I still love you <3

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Pedro soon starts to awake from his drugged slumber. Everything either feels like it is burning, or is paralysed. Feeling dizzy and sick to the stomach, Pedro has no memory to where he is or what has happened. 

“Why do my eyes hurt so much?, likewise where the fuck am I?.” Pedro whispers to himself in a weakened voices as he struggles to get his bearings.

With Pedro’s eyes burning and itching equal to that of a sunburn, his eyes start to water as if he was mourning. With eyes brimming and overflowing with tears, Pedro’s perception is blurred immensely, it is now practically hopeless to try and observe what is ahead of him. As Pedro attempts to turn his throbbing head to the right, the noise of suppressed laugher starts to crowd his thoughts. Not being able to determine wether the laugher is one of his memories or from the outside world. Pedro’s head drops into his bitter shivering hands. 

As Pedro is holding his throbbing head in his hands, no more than thirty seconds past before his memories rush back to him like a vigorous tsunami. After the tsunami of memories past, it was closely followed by the most agonising migraine. With his eyes watering more than they have ever before, Pedro begins to cringe from the throbbing pain. Trying not to wail out in pain, Pedro raises his shivering hands to  his eyes to wipe the trickling tears off of his flushed checks.

Fighting not to scream out in pain, Pedro jams his thumb into his mouth and soon commences to gnaw on his thumb easily tearing away skin and flesh. The bite wounds allow a quick and steady stream of boiling blood to make its way out of his veins and starts trickle down his arm and onto his lap. However the throbbing pain from the migraine was too much for Pedro to cope with and he starts to wail out in pain. The pain quickly overcomes Pedro and it all goes black once again.

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“You have to wake up Pedro.” A very faint voice says to Pedro’s sleeping body.

Without warning Pedro’s eyes immediately burst wide open to see the tall beautiful woman whom he had meet before standing directly over him. Not being in a room filled with light Pedro is able to see her shimmering blue eyes and that her hair reaches all the way down to her lower back. 

"Do you know where you are Pedro?.” The woman asked in a saddened and quite voice.

“I am to tired and my head hurts to much to try and think, so no I don’t.” Pedro replied to the woman in somewhat of a frustrated voice. With the room that he was in being grey and cold with the overwhelming odour of mould and a guard in a blue uniform starting just outside the bared door. A slight idea where he is starts to crowed his thoughts. Looking down at himself, he is wearing bright orange pants with a clean and white T-Shirt, it quickly became quite apparent that he was at a juvenile detention.

“Actually I do know where I am, I am at a that juvenile detention place that you said I was going to.” Pedro quickly added. 

“Yes you are, I am sorry there was nothing I could do, I tried everything.” The woman said in a shaking voice starting to cry letting tears smudge her black mascara.