I've been in this room for weeks.
The person in the room next to me keeps screaming and pounding on the walls. They eventually come and punish him for doing so.
I learned to keep quiet...
Every few days. Through all this chaos, in a room far away. I can hear her. I can hear her soft angelic voice. Singing. Her beautiful voice. It calms me. Until this creaton in the room next to me starts screaming again.
I've almost had about as much as I can take. He's been quiet for days now. Is he still there? "Hello?" I say...My voice broken from the lack of talking for so very long.
No response...
I feintly remember the days before I was put in this horrid place. The sweet country air blowing all around me. The sunshine shining down on me. My sweet, playful animals. My amazing family.
Gone.....All gone now.....What did I ever do to wind up in this place? I was a hard working, honest man. I made good money. Supported my family. Helped those in need. Maybe one day that question will be answered, but for now, I must endure.
****More to come later. I hope you like what I have so far! 3nodding mrgreen ****
 Master _Alucard · Sat Feb 16, 2008 @ 11:53pm · 1 Comments |
