Hey everyone. Yet another update has finally come. I must admit, I really enjoy writing this one. The characters and everything, it's all mine! Muahahahaha! All right, well I suppose I'll get on with the story. The previous reviews are much appreciated and I'm looking forward to know how you all enjoy this one!
It's morning again. I find myself in the same bed I had been. Yawn. Stretch. A wince from the pain that refuses to cease. Then it all came back to me.
The attempt to escape.
That voice that held me in the darkness, anger and fear rising within it.
What could it all mean? He said something about the painting I'd created. At first I thought it must've been some sort of prank. How foolish. To think that a mere painting could change anything. Yet….he did not seem to falter, if he was indeed lying.
I got up and walked out of the tent. I had heard Juniper talking to someone, right outside and I figured I just might join them.
"We all know she can't go back, yet how the 'ell will we manage if she doesn't?" A slightly agitated voice said outside. "This will end bad, June, I assure you it will."
"I know what you mean, Jack, but it won't help worryin abou' it." Junipers voice was trying. Trying to hide the doubts that lingered there. The other person seemed to notice it too because it was then said,
"I 'ave my suspicions, tha's all I'm sayin." Then, he added. "I trust you, June, but I also 'ave my conscious to pester me and this ain't right."
Their conversation seemed to be strained and as I opened the tent flaps, they stopped abruptly. Junipers for-head was creased with worry but as soon as I'd noticed, it was gone.
"ello, Raina. 'ad, a good sleep I 'ope?" She, gave me that comforting smile. "'ere, come in the tent and I'll see 'ow those wounds are 'ealin."
Not wanting to even worry about what they could possibly be talking about, I just followed her. The man stood there one more moment, looking after Juniper. Then he looked at me, and shook his head. He walked away, without another glance back.