Chapter 1/The past
It wasn't what you'd really call "my day", when this all started, but I guess I'll tell you about it.Me and my mother lived in the poorest area of Moscow, and revolution had been going on. If you'd really listen, you'll hear two sounds every sinle night.One: a gunshot, two:someone's cry, and a loud thud meaning that its over.They're dead.And the worst part would be, that you might be next.We live in a hidden basement under a house, but the piercing screams you'll never miss.It was always cold in the basement, and it was always cold everywhere. Sometimes when I had to go outside to buy bread or something else to eat for a week, I would always see dead troops of things that once used to be people, gazing up at me with their frozen, cold eyes. And I still feel that shiver run down my back, every time I try to remember.
I was shiverring in my only sweater, that was covered in dirt, and the red barely showed.My mother was pacing around the room, and crying over our last piece of wood.Our stove-like fireplace was the only thing that kept us alive, and even now, there were no more hopes.
"Calm down mother."I gently hugged her."We'll survive."
I was only seven years old, but I clearly understood our situation. I knew things that even some 13 year olds never heard of.Generally speaking, I was very mature.
She smiled.
"We'll try at least, no matter what."
"Maybe I should go and try to find some wood."I suggested.
"And get killed?"She shook her head."No.Stay here"
"But mother, you know how good I am at sneaking."I begged her.
She hesitated.
"As long as you promise me to stay alive."
I put my hand to my heart.
"I promise."
The night was very cold, and even though I was very athletic, my heart was weak.The doctor said that there's nothing we could do, and that I'll die no matter what when I'm around seven.So far I'm alive, but I'm still weak.
I saw some guards guarding the wood, and I carefully sneaked around the back, my shoes not making any sound on the soft snow.
I was able to grab a couple of pieces, and then noticed that if I grab any more I would get caught. I slowly headed home.
Suddenly I saw some people slowly moving.It was a boy of my age and a mother.They looked completely frozen and helpless.I ran up to them.
"Excuse me?Do you need help?"I asked.
"Thats alright, you go on now before you catch a cold."Said the woman.
"Please come with me.I'm sure my mother won't mind guests."
"Thank you, but we can't."The woman smiled at me.
I wasn't going to give up, not yet at least.I placed the wood in my pockets, grabbed the boy's hand and then the woman's.
"Follow me."And I started walking.
My mom was surprised to seee anyone, especially strangers.I explained to her the situation and she agreed to let them stay.
She and the woman prepared some hot soup, while I laid the injured boy on the bed, and took care of him.
"What's...... your.....name?"He asked weakly.
"Aki Shriou."I answered.
"I'm....Ray...Ray Kon."
He had a deep scratch in his stomach and it would certainly leave a scar there for the rest of his life.
"Thanks.."He whispered.
"For what?"
I never got an answer.
"Promise me...that one day we'll meet again."He gave a weak smile.
"I promise."I took his hand, and placed it near my cheek.
In a couple of days when Ray got better, he and Mrs.Kon, left for China.Luck, as they said.Not a lot of people were able to go out of Russia.It was a prison.
Before they left, Ray said it once again.
"One day!Promise?"He yelled out of a window from the train.
I shook my head in response, and smiled.And when the train left, I answered.
"I promise."
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So this takes place seven years ago, and in the next chapter it'll be the present, seven years from this. If you liked the story, I will love to get reviews (pretty please).
It wasn't what you'd really call "my day", when this all started, but I guess I'll tell you about it.Me and my mother lived in the poorest area of Moscow, and revolution had been going on. If you'd really listen, you'll hear two sounds every sinle night.One: a gunshot, two:someone's cry, and a loud thud meaning that its over.They're dead.And the worst part would be, that you might be next.We live in a hidden basement under a house, but the piercing screams you'll never miss.It was always cold in the basement, and it was always cold everywhere. Sometimes when I had to go outside to buy bread or something else to eat for a week, I would always see dead troops of things that once used to be people, gazing up at me with their frozen, cold eyes. And I still feel that shiver run down my back, every time I try to remember.
I was shiverring in my only sweater, that was covered in dirt, and the red barely showed.My mother was pacing around the room, and crying over our last piece of wood.Our stove-like fireplace was the only thing that kept us alive, and even now, there were no more hopes.
"Calm down mother."I gently hugged her."We'll survive."
I was only seven years old, but I clearly understood our situation. I knew things that even some 13 year olds never heard of.Generally speaking, I was very mature.
She smiled.
"We'll try at least, no matter what."
"Maybe I should go and try to find some wood."I suggested.
"And get killed?"She shook her head."No.Stay here"
"But mother, you know how good I am at sneaking."I begged her.
She hesitated.
"As long as you promise me to stay alive."
I put my hand to my heart.
"I promise."
The night was very cold, and even though I was very athletic, my heart was weak.The doctor said that there's nothing we could do, and that I'll die no matter what when I'm around seven.So far I'm alive, but I'm still weak.
I saw some guards guarding the wood, and I carefully sneaked around the back, my shoes not making any sound on the soft snow.
I was able to grab a couple of pieces, and then noticed that if I grab any more I would get caught. I slowly headed home.
Suddenly I saw some people slowly moving.It was a boy of my age and a mother.They looked completely frozen and helpless.I ran up to them.
"Excuse me?Do you need help?"I asked.
"Thats alright, you go on now before you catch a cold."Said the woman.
"Please come with me.I'm sure my mother won't mind guests."
"Thank you, but we can't."The woman smiled at me.
I wasn't going to give up, not yet at least.I placed the wood in my pockets, grabbed the boy's hand and then the woman's.
"Follow me."And I started walking.
My mom was surprised to seee anyone, especially strangers.I explained to her the situation and she agreed to let them stay.
She and the woman prepared some hot soup, while I laid the injured boy on the bed, and took care of him.
"What's...... your.....name?"He asked weakly.
"Aki Shriou."I answered.
"I'm....Ray...Ray Kon."
He had a deep scratch in his stomach and it would certainly leave a scar there for the rest of his life.
"Thanks.."He whispered.
"For what?"
I never got an answer.
"Promise me...that one day we'll meet again."He gave a weak smile.
"I promise."I took his hand, and placed it near my cheek.
In a couple of days when Ray got better, he and Mrs.Kon, left for China.Luck, as they said.Not a lot of people were able to go out of Russia.It was a prison.
Before they left, Ray said it once again.
"One day!Promise?"He yelled out of a window from the train.
I shook my head in response, and smiled.And when the train left, I answered.
"I promise."
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So this takes place seven years ago, and in the next chapter it'll be the present, seven years from this. If you liked the story, I will love to get reviews (pretty please).