Childhood

by Blackwell-Triplets

This is the Journal, written by a boy in a forgotten village in England. It tells of the attempted suiside of this forsaken boy branded as an outcast. The only people who love him are dead.

9. Chapter 9

April 27, 1601

I am hungry; the growling in my belly is now enormous. I have already eaten all the bread I got from the baker and the only water in this place is the rain that falls. No puddles are made from the rain; the ground soaks it up as fast as it falls. The ground here is like an empty pot that is never full. The earth here is like a hungry wolf that is never satisfied. I am like a little boy that is never happy.