Dear Reader,

Dear Reader,
If you find this, then I'll be really grateful if you read it. If you find it, you should know that you were chosen. You should know that you were sent from heaven to me, because for me, reading this would be the most helpful thing anyone can do.
I didn't know my life would change like this, reader. I didn't know things could get this bad, but it's okay. I'm still grateful, at least I have something to write with and someone to write for. Writing can really be helpful. If you're mad about something, reader, I think you should write about it, it helps.
I hope I don't make you cry, reader, because if you're reading this right now, you're special to me, and I don't like to make people cry. Especially if I care about them.
I'm sorry for what you're about to read. I'm sorry to write it.
Here's my story.
(Author's Note: The story's rated yellow because it has too much aggression in it.)


12. Chapter Twelve

28th - June - 2013


Dear Reader,

Yesterday, I woke up to the sound of her sobs, she must've started sobbing again, thinking it would be safe since I'm asleep. I didn't move, though, I didn't want her to know I was awake, but I sighed, and I think she heard that for she stopped crying. 

In the morning, the Peace Takers came and dragged me out of the cell, they asked me if I like swimming, I didn't answer, I didn't know what they meant by it. 

I never thought they'd make me swim in a pool of blood. 

Freaking out, I started fighting my way away from the pool, they were just laughing, pushing me so hard. I fell at the end, doing my best not to think whose blood this was, doing my best not to open my mouth or eyes, closing my nostrils with my hand. They kept me in there for so long, I tried to fight my way out of it, I needed to breathe some fresh air, but even as I got my face out, breathing didn't seem like a nice idea. As I breathed, blood filled my mouth. I coughed, then puked. They put my head back in the pool one more time before dragging me back to my cell. They'd probably use my own blood for this pool when I'm dead. 

By the sight of me, Faith opened her eyes widely, no wonder, I'm literally soaking in blood. I wanted to tell her it's not mine, but I figured I'd tell her once the Peace Takers go. 

"He looks better this way, right, Rebel?" One said. 

"He can never look better." He just laughed, leaving us alone. 

"What did they do to you?!" Faith asked horrified. 

"Bloodbath. Literally." She looked down, disgusted by the thought. 

My body was sticky and disgusting. I smelled of blood and vomit and death. No big deal, I'd probably die soon. 

The Peace Takers brought us some food finally. I don't know what kind of food it is, I just know that I'm hungry, like starving-hungry. By the sight of the food, both my and Faith's stomachs' let out sounds of hunger, and I could tell she was as hungry as I am. 

"So you're suddenly not hungry?" She asked as I stopped eating, leaving more than half the food for her, she really needed the food, she looked like it. 

"I'm stuffed." I lied, interrupted by the growling sound of my stomach. She laughed. 

"Clearly." We were sitting close, sharing the food. I smiled at the sound of her laughter, she has a nice laugh reader, I wish I could hear it more often. Like some soft music, melodic. "Don't play gentlemanly on me, I won't kiss you if you did." 

"I'm not playing gentlemanly." I said. "I am already a gentleman." She laughed again. 

"Yeah, right. You're a gentleman." She said and paused. "Geez, stop blushing, you're all red." I laughed at that. 

"I might be red with anger, you can never know. And besides, you should admit I look good in red." I loved this. Joking with Faith, even talking to her. I loved it so much. I didn't want it to stop. It started making me feel better about everything, about having to live in this cell, sharing it with her, it took the idea of death out of my mind for a while. Especially the laughter, it gave me hope for some reason. 

"But seriously, you eat it, I don't need it that much. You're a guy and I have a smaller stomach. Besides, it tastes like shit." 

"How do you know what shit tastes like?" I asked, it was a joke of course. 

"You think they haven't made sure I taste it?" She said nodding her head the door. And I remembered where we both are. 

"Sorry." I said. She smiled. 

"No need." 

We sat there for a while, she watched me as I ate the food and I could swear we were best friends at that moment. 




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