Death Of One Already Lost
I last spoke of childhood. The first seven years barely touched. Now I continue. I move forward a few years to their ninth birthday. The day their life changed forever, at least until the day they lost their life. This man had watched them but he was honest. He was a wonderful friend. Managed to get a new sleeping place, far friendlier than any other place. It was welcoming, warm, cosy, and not too big. Paradise for our fallen friend. Many a good story was told while they waited on this man. He was not extravagant in what he asked for. He would not have been served at all if it were not for his admiration of the young one serving. Mark me he was no pervert! He was one interested in the well-being.
I draw off topic. The twelfth birthday, for one whose birthday was never celebrated, came and this was the day the man made an offer too good to resist. A chance to travel! It is understood that he was a simple ill man recovering from a serious ailment, now he had recovered he was willing to get back on his horse and finish seeing the world. The master and mistress were saddened to see him go but were shocked once they heard his request. It took some persuasion but they eventually allowed my friend to leave the confinements of the home he had been forced to serve.
Packed and ready to leave they prepared for treacherous nights and days. They travelled for weeks learning from old cultures and ruins. He taught them how to find water in plants, which berries were edible. Many things were learnt that had never even been thought of. Bliss. That was the only word for this time. He rode for the first time and was free! Nothing could have been greater. Until…
Three weeks after their departure the man fell ill once more. This time there was no recovery. After the funeral my friend fell into denial. The only one who ever gave them the chance to be who they were…was gone. Unfortunately mourning time was short. With their guardian dead they were sent to an orphanage. It would have been fine if it were not for the fact that this orphanage…let me just say…it wasn't the best place in the world. And with all due respect it was not the worst. But it wasn't pleasant. Whips. Canes. Shoes. Blocks of wood. All were used when punishing the children.
A year they were at this place. One full year. That is in fact where we met. I have an understanding of how this place felt. There was a room. If you have ever seen Roald Dahl's Matilda you will know about the Chokey. The small damp dark room with nails driven into every corner. The children forced to spend certain periods of time in there. Well that is nothing…fictional or not. A cupboard. That's where we stayed. Sure. What's in a cupboard? Harry Potter lived in a cupboard under the stairs after all.
Try imagining a hot, tiny, damp cupboard. Little air getting in. You feel as if you're suffocating. The walls closing in. Nowhere to sit that wouldn't cut you. Everything would give pain. Just being in that room would drive you mad. We were lucky. Though it was small and there was even less room, we were both put in this room. To start with we hated each other's guts. Wanted to…kill…each other…near succeeded on the occasional attempts.
Eventually we learnt to get along. We had to. We were the strongest. Our differences had to be put aside in order to help the smaller children. We had to teach them the ways to survive. We were close to escaping once. It was perfect. We were all so close we could taste it. The sweetness of the outside air. The victorious vision of freedom. Then. You had to play hero! You realise one was in that room. You had to go back…I told you to leave the kid!
Enough! I wish not to remember this. Come back to me another day and I will tell you more. For now…leave me in peace. I must think about how I helped the pain!
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Thanks again to the lovely people who reviewed. It's great when people do! Christmas is coming people! I will put up a new chapter for every story I'm writing so far up this week (for more details click my user name) but after that I'm not going to update until Christmas day. There's going to be a special for them all! I will put up another chapter for this story of course but then that's it.
SOOOOOO:
To baby sweet:
I wrote that chapter to shock. I'm glad it did the trick! And it is not him. Or is it? I promise the Christmas chapter will explain most! And who cares if it's what we've been talking about for every chapter? It gives us something to talk about! No problem about the capitals. I do that too! Most people think I'm yelling at them lol! Thanks again for your review!
To amy
I didn't say it was boy or girl. I said…and I quote…"I love it how people have always said it's a male and not a female. It's almost like everyone believes girls aren't suicidal!" I know I also said it was a clue but it depends on how you see it. Like I say. All will be revealed around Christmas! Glad you were surprised about the car too. It proves I can write something right! Thanks for your review!
To FoxWolfDemon
Thanks for your support! Sorry it took ages but…first I'll tell you…I work in a charity shop and the problem is we're being moved so most of my time is spent trying to get the place up and running for Christmas. WE OPEN ON SATURDAY THE 24th! Of course you don't care about that lol. Thanks for your review. (and also for putting me on your favourites list!)
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