Papa, Can You Hear Me?

Greece, 2030, Post-World War 3. Greece have been kicked out of the EU. Many are left starving, and some have died. Wren, a twelve year old girl, is abandoned when her father is visciously attacked by a wolf on the streets. Left to fend for herself, the ony thing that really scares her is these visions she always has about her Mother being captured by "the enemy". When she finds out where her mother, originally thought to be dead, could be held, nothing will stand in her way to find it.

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9. And Wren came tumbling after...

That was when it blacked out. I was writhing around on the mud where I had chosen to sleep, my meagre blanket was thrown off and I started to shiver uncontrollably. Next thing I knew, I was falling, twisting, down, down, down, the thoughts of eternal shadow consuming my eyes. And then I heard a mutter from a man, with a raspy, incoherent voice, but it sounded fake, and ghostly. Out of nowhere, there was a scream; the most blood-curdling, ear-piercing, heart-breaking scream that had ever touched my ears. It was long and lingering, and all was still black, and I was still rolling, squirming...

SPLASH.

The cold water worked its way through my entire system over my skin; freezing the blood in my body and making me feel like my heart had stopped dead. I awoke to a feeling of despair, as if the soul had been sucked callously out of my body and restored with nothing, or at any rate something bitter and spiteful. I shook violently for a couple of minutes, but the only thing on my mind was getting out, and I managed to convince my nearly paralyzed body to clamber out of the pool, sodden and with a vision that consisted of about two feet.  I wrung out my ripped shirt and looked up at the rising sun for guidance. “Are you happy now?” I cried through through the treetops “Have you had your fun? LEAVE ME  ALONE!” I hollered up at the dismal skies. Once I had regained vision, I immediately seized my left hip to check that my weapon was still intact. Pure relief; that’s the only pleasant feeling you get around here.

That was when it blacked out. I was writhing around on the mud where I had chosen to sleep, my meagre blanket was thrown off and I started to shiver uncontrollably. Next thing I knew, I was falling, twisting, down, down, down, the thoughts of eternal shadow consuming my eyes. And then I heard a mutter from a man, with a raspy, incoherent voice, but it sounded fake, and ghostly. Out of nowhere, there was a scream; the most blood-curdling, ear-piercing, heart-breaking scream that had ever touched my ears. It was long and lingering, and all was still black, and I was still rolling, squirming...

SPLASH.

The cold water worked its way through my entire system over my skin; freezing the blood in my body and making me feel like my heart had stopped dead. I awoke to a feeling of despair, as if the soul had been sucked callously out of my body and restored with nothing, or at any rate something bitter and spiteful. I shook violently for a couple of minutes, but the only thing on my mind was getting out, and I managed to convince my nearly paralyzed body to clamber out of the pool, sodden and with a vision that consisted of about two feet.  I wrung out my ripped shirt and looked up at the rising sun for guidance. “Are you happy now?” I cried through through the treetops “Have you had your fun? LEAVE ME  ALONE!” I hollered up at the dismal skies. Once I had regained vision, I immediately seized my left hip to check that my weapon was still intact. Pure relief; that’s the only pleasant feeling you get around here.

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