(As some of you may realize, I did fix the first chapter of this book. I will probably do this for alot of the other chapters or just re-write the book in general since it derives so far from what I had planned to do with it originally. But anyways enjoy!)
He was screaming.
He was hurting.
They were hurting him.
He was chained up, and sweaty.
If he could even sweat.
He couldn't remember anything.
Everything was so blurry.
She was shouting at him.
She said she hated him.
That it was his fault that everything had failed.
He didn't reply.
He just stayed silent.
Just like he should have.
From the moment he was born.
He should've just stayed silent.
The first thing he was met with, was silence.
But, there was warmth.
Birds chirped.
He slowly opened his emerald eyes, staring upwards.
The sky was bright and cloudless.
That was good.
He heard someone cough.
He slowly sat up, despite the pins and needles that were all over his body.
He coughed.
Water came from his throat.
He touched his face.
His skin was soft.
But his fingers had marks in them.
A cool, wind blew through his clothing.
He shivered.
He heard a noise and turned around.
And there they stood.
Two people.
A woman, who held a single piece of paper, and a man, with a staff.
The boy looked at the floor.
"Hello," The man said.
The boy didn't respond.
"Do you feel alright?" The woman asked.
The boy felt dizzy.
He looked at himself.
He was skinny.
Fraile.
What the hell was happening?
"Do you want some tea?" The woman asked.
No response.
"Can you stand up?" The man asked.
Again, he didn't reply.
Suddenly, the boy clutched his stomach and threw up onto the floor.
He heard the woman hiss through her teeth.
The man didn't move, as the boy coughed and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
The boy stopped.
"Why," He began. "Why aren't I wearing any pants?"
The man shook his head and helped the teen to his feet.
"Come," The man said. "We'll get you into some fresh clothing, and a bed."
The boy was currently laying on a simple mattress.
The woman came in and gave him a blanket, and a pillow.
As well as some tea.
He stared at the tea and took a sip.
The man smiled as the woman left.
He then sat down in front of the boy.
The boy and the man sat in silence for a while.
"Who...who am I?" The boy asked.
The man sighed.
"I cannot tell you that," He said. "Not yet anyway."
The boy narrowed his gaze.
He did not like the sound of that very much.
"Now then," The man said, getting up. "Try and get some rest."
He began to walk towards the door.
"You'll need it."
And with that, the boy was left alone.