The Prisoner and The Paper Planes
Chapter 10
((Katyusha's POV))
When we came out of the forest, we arrived at a field. Across the field was some buildings that I could make out. It almost seemed like a camp. With no hesitation, I dashed for the camp.
When I got closer to the camp, I could see a flag placed highly above it. I smiled. This was a camp that was on the same side my brother was.
I felt relieved but wondered what they kept inside the camp. I walked around one of the sides of the fence when I had a feeling that someone was watching me. I turned my glance and I saw a boy standing by a garbage can. He had blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes, and a strange piece of hair was sticking up. I giggled at his appearance and only passed him by.
Oh, little did I know that this boy was to be my everything. He was the only good part I had about this entire place..
A couple of weeks went by after that and me and the boy started talking to each other. Well, by talking we sent each other paper airplanes with notes on them.
We found out a lot about each other in that short time. Also, in that time, I also came to love that boy. He was everything I wanted and the only thing separating us was the fence.
As time went on still, I eventually got to where I couldn't help but not keep reading his letters over and over again. They were just so wonderful. It brought a smile to my face whenever I picked up one of his letters.
Sadly though, my condition was getting worse. It was getting harder to walk, and I was forced to stay in bed and rest, so hopefully the medicine could work and I could get to walking again.
But I knew. Nobody had to tell me because I knew. I was dying. It got harder for me to keep smiling through this whole thing, but I did it.
So, I went to Alfred again, for the last time..
I wrote a letter telling him that I was leaving and I hoped we would see each other again. I faked the smile and told him everything was going to be alright. Though that lie really hurt to tell, I still told him that.
I was turning and leaving when I heard him call out to me. I stopped in my tracks, listening to the pleas of 'don't go!' but then...then he said..
He said that he would wait for me...
That he would keep the letters forever and one day we would be able to see each other again...
I kept walking away, tears streaming down my face, but I held back the sobs.
A few days after that, something bad happened..
While I was reading one of Alfred's letters again, I lost track of time and my brother came in while I was reading it. I tried to hide the letter and tell him it was nothing, but he wouldn't listen to me. He took the letter and started to read it. I saw his eyes go wide and he crumpled the paper and threw it in the garbage, telling me that I was never to see that boy again. And with that, he left.
Tears had already welled up in my eyes by the time this happened. I had yelled at him that the letter was nothing and that he shouldn't worry but he didn't believe me.
And even though it was painful, I climbed out of my bed and limped to the other side of the room where the garbage was. I dug through and pulled out the damaged letter. I smoothed it out and went back to my bed, laying down and curling up with it in my hands. I slept horribly that night, wondering what might of happened to Alfred.