27. Foreign
Jyabura's p.o.v
I clung to his leg as he took me there; to the small island I was supposed to be living on from now on.
I was scared. It was all different, so different from everything I'd ever known. This man, the one that bought me here, I didn't even know his name but still I clung to him. He was the only thing that was familiar to me in this strange, alien place.
"Jyabura." I looked up at him. His short hair was slicked back, his dark eyes cold. "This will be your now home." He told me. His voice was blank, uncaring.
I panicked.
"No, you can't leave me here!" I was desperate. "I can't understand what they're saying. Please…" Tears started running down my cheeks, I was so scared of this place.
Everything had changed, in only a couple of days my entire life had been turned upside down.
"Don't cry." He told me, kneeling down to my level. "You're a member of the CP9 now. You'll be trained here, become strong."
"But, but how can I if I can't talk to them." I was scared, so scared of loosing the only think I knew, the only thing from my homeland.
"You'll learn." He stood up and took a step away. I quickly grabbed the leg of his trousers.
"Please. Don't go." Arms grabbed me from behind, I looked down at them, his skin was so light compared to mine, to anything I had ever known.
I fought against the grip, the tie in my short ponytail coming loose. The man moved away from my grip, I was loosing him.
"No- NO!" I cried out, calling for him to came back. The man holding me was saying something I couldn't understand and that only made more tears come.
I didn't want to be here.
I didn't want to be alone
…
I wanted to go home.