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The second chapter. In this chapter, I am going to try to unwrap some of the confusion. I want to make it interesting though so that you guys and girls keep on reading. Well, I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 2: Forget the past

My eyes where still closed. My body still bound. I hated it. I didn't know where I was. I heard someone enter the room. This person was different from the others, she/he was slow. They kind of dragged their feet as well. Their breathing was a bit nerving. Like that you hear when you're about to get killed. I stayed silent.

The person was slowly inching up to me. My heart was beating really fast. The person stopped at the edge of my table, or what ever I was laying on. The person then reached out a hand. I felt a cold hand on my cheek. I was inches away from freaking out. Then I remembered something. I lowly said, "Help me."

The person jumped back. He/she was more scared then I was. The person relaxed, but came back over to me. She/he didn't say anything. I repeated my words again, "Help me." I said it sadly, slowly. The person put a hand on the side of the table, nearly touching my side, "I…I…can't." It was a male's voice. He spoke sadly, and he had an accent like the other guy. I was in a state of mind that would drive the sane crazy. "Please, I have to get home." I whisper. "My brother, my brother, my family."

The person seemed to think it over a bit. Just when I thought he was going to let me go, he said, "She keeps ya 'ere." He didn't really finish. I was waiting for him too, but he didn't. I remembered the gentleness in his voice from somewhere. But where? I gave a sigh. "Who is she?" Is my question.

The man says, "I can't tell ya. She said, ya we'rn't suppose' ta be a told yet."

I gave a groan. "Let me go, I wont tell." The man backed up a bit. He shuffled his feet so that I could hear him. He stayed quiet a few minutes, and then he said, "Yo'll be 'appy 'ere. She'll take good care of ya." He didn't move. He just stood there. He was so quiet and still, I was tempted to ask if he was still there.

I heard the door slam open. It was probably that guy from earlier. This person, right away yelled, "Oi! Wot the fack ya doin' in 'ere? I told ya we 'ave practice taday! Get ye ass ta the Practice room! I mean it!" He came closer all the time while saying it. The 1st man was saying nothing. Then, I heard a sound. Were the 2 men fighting.

I heard the sounds of them trying to hit each other, till the other one fell. I heard the 1st man scream when he got hit somewhere. " 'ow ya like beein 'it in the balls? 'Urts, don' it?" The 2nd man yelled.

The first man must have gotten hit in the balls. How immature I thought. But when I thought it was over, I heard a loud scream. The 2nd man had just been hurt. "Yea 'it me in the balls damn it!" The 2nd man yelled. Both of them I could imagine were both on the ground now, holding themselves. Holding their balls. I was in a state of, 'What the hell is going on?' I wasn't really in a laughing mood. Instead, I lay there, quiet.

The 2nd man, that I have named Grumpy got up, but slowly while making a lot of noises. The 1st man, that I have named, Creepy, got up as well. They both left the room. Creepy did say though, "Ya think we could at least take off 'er blind fold?"

Grumpy said, "No. She would kill us." He laughed again but left the room. I was alone again.

I had time to think before another person came into the room. I do not know who it was, but, it was a man. He was different from the other 2. And the girl. He was nice, yet, distant. He was also kind. His voice was gentle. He asked if I was hungry and put some food in front of my face. It smelled so good. I liked the smell, my stomach growled at the smell of it. The man noticed, "It's ok ta eat ya now! Not like I put somethin' in it but food." He gave a gentle laugh.

When I didn't answer him, he unbuckled some of the straps. He only took off a few of them. Then, he said helping me sit up, "I bet you have to go to the bath room. It would be easier if you sat up and ate as well." He paused, "But please don't try to run, or take off the blind fold." He helped me to sit up all of the way. I was shaking.

I had not noticed how bad I had to go to the bathroom. I said lowly, "I need to go to the restroom." The man's gentle voice said, "Okay. I will take you to the room, but, please don't try anything funny."

I wasn't about to tell him that I was too terrified to try a thing. So, after he unchained me, and let me on my feet, I just stood there. I didn't have a clue where to go. Also, as soon as I tried to walk, I fell forward. The man caught me. His hands where huge, and it took me a few seconds to realize that he was about 3 or 4 times my size. He was a heavyset man, but he was gentle. I decided that I might be able to trust this one. He led me down a hall. I think. We walked a little way though. I stumbled a lot, but he caught me. When we got to the room, he said in a funny way, "I know you wont like my watching you, so I am going to leave the room. But, like I said, when you come out, or when you are done, please put your blindfold back on. I will be waiting out here for you." The man left the room. He closed the door. I heard him lean against the wall. I took my blindfold off.

The light rushed in at me. It was like something that was new to me. My eyes had been closed for a long time. I cringed at the light. I reached out for something that might have been a sink. I tried to focus my eyes. When they did, I saw to my horror, a reflection that wasn't mine! I screamed as I saw a shattered face. My hand clamped over my mouth. The man out side said, "Is everything okay?"

It took me a few seconds to realize that there was a mirror in front of me. The mirror was the thing that was shattered, not me. Thank god. I took a deep breath, "I'm okay." I said to the man out the door. He gave a laugh, "Okay, good to hear."

I looked at my reflection for a few more seconds. My face, my eyes, I couldn't see any of it clearly. I could have had a black eye, or no eye at all and not even notice it. I looked away from the mirror. I saw what was the toilet. I was scared to sit on it. It was dirty. The wallpaper in the room was all dirty and was halfway pealed. Also, I noticed that there was graffiti all around. "How soothing." I said as I used the bathroom and saw this disturbing image on the wall of a man with his head half hanging off of his body and one of his eyes torn out, and the other one hanging from the socket. I gave a sigh. I was wondering were I was. This place was like hell, no, perhaps worse.

The man knocked on the door, "Are you okay?" He said politely.

I gave another sigh. I looked one last time at the mirror. Nothing. Then, I put on my blindfold. I gave another sigh, and held back the need to cry. Then I walked out of the door. I let the man take my hand. He took it gently. We walked back from the way we came. I let him guide me to where ever he wanted to take me. I really had no choice.

We got back to the room. He showed me a place to sit down. I sat. I then placed my hands in front of me, half expecting to get chained again. I didn't though. The man laughed and said, "Aren't you hungry?"

I lowered my hands and then shook my head up and down. The man laughed again and then said, "Open up. I am going to feed you."

I hesitated. But, then I slowly gave in. If it was poison, I prayed that I was going to die fast. I let him feed me. The food was good. I couldn't really know what it was, but it was good. I kept eating it all till it was all gone. The man seemed proud cause he said, "Wow, you really like my cooking?"

I shook my head again, "It was really good. It reminds me of…" Reminds? That's just it, I couldn't think of anything that it reminded me of. My brother perhaps? The man paused, "Well, that's 2 people who said they like my cooking. You, and N…" He paused.

I cocked my head to the side. I did it when I was confused, "Who?"

The man said, "I'm sorry, I was about to say something I wasn't suppose to."

I then asked, "Where am I? Will you at least tell me where I am, or at least why I am here? I don't know who you are, or why you would even take me." I said, moving my hands wildly.

The man was silent. "I can't tell you were you are. You wouldn't believe me anyway. If I told you who you were, you still wouldn't believe me. Lastly, I can't really tell you why you are here. But, it wasn't my idea." He got up. I heard him walk across the room. He came back, "Do you want to be alone. I will have to tie you up again." He was sad sounding. As if he didn't want to do it. But then again, if he didn't then he wouldn't have. I gave a sigh, "I wouldn't mind being alone. If you don't mind."

The man seemed to pause again, then I heard the sound of him rising. I waited. He then took my arm gently, "Come on then, I will have to strap ya down before I leave."

I had no objection to this. I followed the man blindly and then laid on the bed. I allowed him to strap me in. As he walked away though, I said lowly, "Thank you for the food."

The man gave a small happy sigh, "Thanx." He said. Then the door opened, shut, and locked.

After he left, that's when I came up with a plan. I had to wait though.

End of chapter 2. I hope you all liked this. I still don't really know where I am going to go with this. Also, I am sick today. This is the first day in a year and a half that I have stayed home. I like it. I am tired. But, if I get to do this, I am happy, really happy. Pissed that I didn't sleep in though. I hope you all send more reviews. (You may send them privately. I have it fixed. Dib.) Okay, well any way, going to go work on chapter 3 now, bye.

-D.D.Darkwriter

Love comes, and it goes, but so few still remember the true meaning of it.

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