~Okay, this sucks. I wrote this chapter @ home, but I really wanted to get
the story updated but, I'll write it again, just for the people who were
nice to me and sent me the reviews, you know who you are so give yourselves
a pat on the back and a cookie from me~
I tried to sit up again. Pain shot up my spinal cord into my head and almost out my mouth but I forced the scream to stay inside me. I wouldn't let them win. I wouldn't let them know I was still hurting. I wouldn't give up.
I rubbed my eyes and lazily turned over to my other side to see if they had enough curtsey to leave me some water. No water. Not even a drop of humidity rested on the table. But then again, I thought, I am the girl they hate.
I rolled over to my other side to see if anyone would come. I got my wish but quickly regretted it. Oh, and I regretted it with all my heart. A sneer of the ugliest man, both inside and out, appeared out of the corner of the wall and came into my view.
"Well, if it ain't my little disturbed, thoughtless, criminal girl who everyone is so glad to see," he said leaning against the wall. "You ready to dig me some more fine holes?"
"I dug 'um for the lizards and rattlers more than I dug 'um fer you," I growled watching him as if I was a rattler, ready to strike.
He strode over to me. I clenched my fist under my bed sheets just in case. He grabbed my chin violently and starred angrily into my eyes. "You still got that damn smart mouth, I take it?" he glared. "You know the only reason why I'm keeping you here." I glared at him not about to say anything. I don't answer stupid questions from bastards. "Tell me why!" he yelled. I just kept glaring at him. I wasn't about to give up. I'm not a coward.
He let go of me snorted a laugh. "You still don't get it do you?" he squawked looking at me with disgust.
"Mr. Sir, if I ever had an intension to "get it", I would've got it, and left," I replied moodily.
"Well let me tell you something," he rounded on me again. "If you don't tell me where that chest is, you ain't never gong to see your home again! Do you hear me Dragon?!"
I watched him. I consider that a stupid question, I thought in my mind. You can just keep on glaring at me, but none of hell can make me move my lips to say anything to you.
Mr. Sir screamed and let the room hollering stuff like he was the king or something and needed to be served. As soon as he left, I gathered all of my strength, and temper, to try and sit up. As soon as my back moved my eyes started streaming with tears but I wouldn't cry. I grabbed a stick that leaned against the wall for a decoration and leaned all of my weight on it as I stepped onto the warm, wooden floor. I mischievously and headed out the door.
I tried to sit up again. Pain shot up my spinal cord into my head and almost out my mouth but I forced the scream to stay inside me. I wouldn't let them win. I wouldn't let them know I was still hurting. I wouldn't give up.
I rubbed my eyes and lazily turned over to my other side to see if they had enough curtsey to leave me some water. No water. Not even a drop of humidity rested on the table. But then again, I thought, I am the girl they hate.
I rolled over to my other side to see if anyone would come. I got my wish but quickly regretted it. Oh, and I regretted it with all my heart. A sneer of the ugliest man, both inside and out, appeared out of the corner of the wall and came into my view.
"Well, if it ain't my little disturbed, thoughtless, criminal girl who everyone is so glad to see," he said leaning against the wall. "You ready to dig me some more fine holes?"
"I dug 'um for the lizards and rattlers more than I dug 'um fer you," I growled watching him as if I was a rattler, ready to strike.
He strode over to me. I clenched my fist under my bed sheets just in case. He grabbed my chin violently and starred angrily into my eyes. "You still got that damn smart mouth, I take it?" he glared. "You know the only reason why I'm keeping you here." I glared at him not about to say anything. I don't answer stupid questions from bastards. "Tell me why!" he yelled. I just kept glaring at him. I wasn't about to give up. I'm not a coward.
He let go of me snorted a laugh. "You still don't get it do you?" he squawked looking at me with disgust.
"Mr. Sir, if I ever had an intension to "get it", I would've got it, and left," I replied moodily.
"Well let me tell you something," he rounded on me again. "If you don't tell me where that chest is, you ain't never gong to see your home again! Do you hear me Dragon?!"
I watched him. I consider that a stupid question, I thought in my mind. You can just keep on glaring at me, but none of hell can make me move my lips to say anything to you.
Mr. Sir screamed and let the room hollering stuff like he was the king or something and needed to be served. As soon as he left, I gathered all of my strength, and temper, to try and sit up. As soon as my back moved my eyes started streaming with tears but I wouldn't cry. I grabbed a stick that leaned against the wall for a decoration and leaned all of my weight on it as I stepped onto the warm, wooden floor. I mischievously and headed out the door.