Disclaimer: Really, do we even need this?
A/N: So, here's a new story for ya. This is inspired by a song called The Common Hours by a band called I See Stars. Here's a link to the song on Youtube. http://|.|com/watch?v=PlioSo_|UHBk&feature=related [Of course, you have to remove the |'s. Enjoy:D]
By the way, to those of you reading Air, no I'm not giving up on that. This was just banging around in my brain, making my fingers itch to get at the keyboard. Don't expect an update for probably about a week, because I'm leaving town and won't be able to write.
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For as long as I can remember, I'd been kept there. Every day, without fail, I was forced to labor from sunup to sundown. Any kind of physically demanding work you can imagine was what I did. If I even so much as dropped a tool, I was punished. The whip would crack, my skin would tear. Again and again, the cracks would sound, ripping open my back in abstract patterns of gore. Even so, I was expected to stand and continue my work.
"You're dispensable, insignificant, unimportant. You're a pathetic excuse for a human being, and this is what happens to those who aren't worth anything," that voice would always say to me. This was infallibly followed by a beating. Glass, wood, metal, plastic hitting flesh. Crunching, shattering, splintering bone. Dripping, trickling, flowing blood. On a rare occasion, perhaps once or twice a week, a plate of gray, tasteless mush was thrown my way. On an even more rare occasion, as a reward for not screwing up for a number of days, I'd get something a little more filling than the mush. Usually a hunk of meat and a bread roll.
I was worthless. The only way I was useful to anyone was by working. I never asked for anything, never complained, because I was unimportant. I didn't bother to feel depressed, angry, spited, or anything really. It wouldn't matter, because I was insignificant.
I was never left alone. One of the people who kept me there was always in the building, or even sitting outside near my workspace. They even went so far as to lock the door to the room I slept in if I hadn't been punished or beaten that day, or if I'd gotten my rare reward. The only thing that made it seem like less of a prison was the fact that there were no guards around.
One day, however, I found myself completely alone. I searched throughout the entire house, but I didn't see any other person. Something inside my head was telling me to run away, to leave and never look back. I followed the urge, and I headed toward the fence. I scaled the ten-foot wall separating me from the rest of the world. Once I was safely on the ground on the other side of the barrier, I took off in a dead sprint. I had no idea where I was going, when I'd get there, or if I'd get there at all, but still, I ran.
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A/N: Okay, so I know that this really has nothing to do with the song, but it was still my source of inspiration. This was my first attempt at a prologue, so don't kill me please. You will find out in coming chapters who the narrator is, I promise! :D Oh, and thank you so much to my wonderful person who encouraged me to keep writing this, even though the first draft completely sucked. He gave me ideas and explained certain aspects this would need, and I appreciate it so much! Please, R&R, and tell me what you think! Oh, and sorry it's so short…