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Chapter 2

The cold was back. I forget what it's like. You know to be warm. What follows the cold is always worse. The absolute soul consuming fear. I felt my hands reaching up to my ears clutching them. Getting ready for the voices and worse the screaming. I could feel the freezing wall behind me grazing my back. The smell of body excrements and sweat filled the air.

Murderer

I started trembling. Not small trembling the bone-shattering shaking. The voices were back.

Traitor

I felt a liquid drip. Was it raining again?

Betrayer

Drip. Drip. Drip.

There was more dripping.

Where was that coming from? I was inside; how did the rain get in?

Guilty

The voices why were they so loud. Couldn't they see I was busy figuring where the dripping was coming from?

Suddenly the cold was gone. Had it past already. No. It hadn't.

Then the screaming started. It went on for ages. It went on for what felt like hours but, could have been a few minutes. Then suddenly silence.

Drip, drip, drip. The dripping carried on.

Why wouldn't the dripping stop?

Drip, drip, drip, drip.

This dripping was really annoying me now. Where was it coming from? I cracked open a bloodshot eye and looked about.

Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip.

Where was that? I dropped my hands to my knees. I felt something drip down my head onto my hands. I moved my neck a minuscule amount towards my hands. They were red. Was that what the dripping was? Red rain. How curious.

Well, well, well... how curious... how very curious...

He'd heard that before. Where had that been? Oh well. Oh now he got it. He knew what the red rain was now. It was blood wasn't it? Hmm... He felt a twinge of pain. Oh he must have scratched his ears again. Oh well they all said that he deserved all the pain he got after all. Why though he couldn't remember. He always forgot. Hmm, maybe he could ask the coldness when it came back. He curled up tighter when he thought this. He didn't want the coldness to come back. It would hurt if the coldness came back. The voices would shout and the screaming would screech. Oh well.

That was his last thought as fell asleep; his head leaning against the wall. Whimpering, when the coldness came back. Whimpering when the coldness stayed outside the cell. Sleeping though the nightmares never knowing he was being watched.


Hi I'm back! sorry about the wait. I've been busy with my exams. hoped you enjoyed please review and leave constructive criticism.