Hey guys, I got some good messages so I'll just put this up for now, I'll write more when I get a bigger chance to.
Shadow: I'll be sure to try :p
REVIEW OF LAST CHAPTER:
"W-who are you?" I asked the voice trying to sound stern and brave but failing to the point where I sounded frail, easily broken and in need of help. "Who am I? I wonder…" yes, who are you, what are you doing here? WHO ARE YOU?!
Ch.2 is up! enjoy (Or not, please don't be an ass)
"Well I guess you could call me Daz, but thats just a nickname I was given a while ago. I don't have a real name."
What? the man didn't have a name? But everyo- wait...what was my name again? It couldn't have been so long sense I got here."D-Daz?" I asked just to clarify the name, I don't get it, I sound so weak. As if I'm broken and just waiting to be put back together. "Ya, thats me, so whats your name brat? What were you doing on that island?" I got a good look at him, he was wearing a black suit, he had light brown hair that looked way to messy, and bright green eyes to go along with it. "I-I don't know my name anymore..." I mumbled quietly with a soft voice, I got a stern look from Daz as a reply. "What kind of kid doesn't know their own name?""T-this one..." I muttered again, why was I sounding so weak? Wh- OW! IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS!. I threw my arms to my head and tried to scream but no sound came out, subconsciously I realized my voice was to hoarse to be loud. Daz reached for my arms and slowly brought them down, he then laid me back down onto the bed.
Bed? I'm in a room now? My mind seemed to yell at me, screaming, as if I wasn't safe, as if I was going to die if I talked anymore. Eyes going at a speed I didn't realize they could, I scanned the room and realized where I was. This Daz person, what was he doing at a slave trade? WHAT WAS I DOING AT A SLAVE TRADE
'What ARE you doing here?' There it was, the same voice that tortured me, I was going to pass out soon, I could feel it. "D-don't...hurt...me..." Falling into unconsciousness, everything drifted to black.
I looked around, but there wasn't anything to see. It was all dark, black, There wasn't a single light. But there was one thing, a voice that seemed to appear out of nowhere, it sounded...pained. As if it wanted to be free'd from something...
'Fall asleep and I'll give you your name.' "M-my name? You know my name?"
'You won't know until you figure it out for yourself.' "Y-you know me? W-who are you?"
'...' "WHO ARE YOU?!"
'I'll tell you that as well.' "I-I just need to sleep right?"
'Yes, just close your eyes for a bit, Mian' "M-Mian? Is that my name?"
"M...my names...Mian..." I said as I drifted off to sleep in the comfort of darkness.
Well, there you go. I had this for a while but didn't think anybody would like it :D thanks!
btw, you might see Daz later, Review and tell me if you want to see Daz again.