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.)

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20. Chapter Twenty

11th - July - 2013 

 

Dear Reader, 

I had a horrible dream today. It wasn't the dream itself that was quite horrible, but the fact that this "prison" I'm in is causing me to forget about everything I care about. Everyone I care about. 

Of course, I care about Faith a lot, but there are just a lot of other people out there waiting for me. It's not like I have ever thought about them, I've been thinking about them since the day I came here, but it's just that.. It's occurred to me that I have nearly never written about them, or about me thinking about them. I mean, if they ever found these letters I'm writing to you -which, I have to admit, is unlikely to happen, but still- if they ever did, they'd never know how much they mean to me. 

Reader, I miss my parents so much. I hear the sound of my mother everyday before I drift off to sleep, asking me if I'm okay, telling me that she loves me, telling me to take cake of myself, not to stay up late. And I see the image of my father everyday, right after I wake up, I see him standing by my room's door, just standing there and smiling at me, and whenever I remember them I can't help feeling like crying. 

I remember my grandmother too, with every time I decide to get my "Pencil" and start writing my letter to you, I'm thankful for her, for allowing me to meet you, or rather for allowing you to meet me, to know about me. If you only knew how grateful I am for you and my grandmother. 

I remember my sisters and I miss them, we fight a lot and we also laugh a lot. 

One last person I miss is my friend Eric. I just keep thinking of what happened to him, but whenever I do, I stop myself. I don't want to know what happened to him, I just want to dream he's safe in his house, with all the people he care about but me. I also like to dream I'll come to meet him soon, that I'll come home soon, with Faith.

To do that, I must make sure the plan's going alright. 

With the help of the new Peace Taker, whose name's Ed, our plan got easier. 

The next day, both Faith and I went out of the cell, we decided that the two of us should start looking for the other cells, the places where Faith told me about and the places I knew. 

In the first cell I entered, I found a guy about my age. He looked so tired that he reminded me of myself. His bare chest showed the letters PT, meaning the Peace Takers have already tortured him enough to add their mark. At first, he flinched to see me, but I hushed him with my index finger, and started to explain everything to him. 

How I'm not really a Peace Taker, how Faith and I have an idea, and he willingly let me turn his PT mark into a FR.

"There's nothing I want from this life more than being a free rebel." He told me.  I smiled at that. 

While I was in my way to the next cell, I remembered Faith's words about the guy in the cell. 

"This guy was tortured horribly. I can still hear his screams sometimes as if he's sitting beside me, I'm sure he'll decide to be with us. He must." I took a deep breath before entering the cell, and when I saw the guy - I almost passed out with shock. 

The guy looked like shit, honestly, what was left of his skin was all scarred and I guess what wasn't got burned - I can only imagine how. His face was hidden with his facial hair, even that he was as old as me, he was lying on the ground when I entered, but after he saw me, his eyes opened up so widely that they almost looked like the can pop up with recognition. I guess my own eyes looked like that too. 

It never occurred to me that I might find in this cell, the one Faith told me about, my close friend, Eric. 

"You.. you're.. who are you?!" Eric said. 

"God, Eric! What have they done to you?" I asked. 

"They?! What are you doing here with this uniform? You're one of them? God, I can't believe this. I just can't believe-" 

"NO. No, God. Hell no. I'm not a Peace Taker." I said in a low voice. "I was taken here the day you were. I was tortured the way you were." He nodded. 

"Yes, it makes sense. You look too torn for a Peace Taker. What are you doing though?" Eric was too puzzled. 

"God Eric. Let's just take a second to realize we're meeting in this horrible place." I said. Right then, he came to me and gave me one of his bro hugs. 

"It's been like ... hell." 

"I know." I told him. "It's been so to me too. But look, Eric. I have an idea - a-a girl from here and I have an idea." 

"You met a girl?" I actually laughed at this, followed by Eric. 

"Jerk. We're dying in this place and you're surprised I met a girl? Anyway, so we have a plan Eric. All of the prisoners are going to rebel - at least that's what we're hoping for." I started telling him what to do next, and he was thrilled by the end of my talk. 

"Are you sure it's gonna work, though?" He asked. I shrugged. 

"Hopefully. I mean, we'll outnumber them." He nodded. 

"Alright. Scar me." 

"With pleasure." I said, pushing the knife into his skin. 

"God, it's nice to see you mate." He told me as I we out of the cell. 

"You have no idea how good it is to meet you too." 

 

 

By the end of the night, I was finished with my selected cells, I hope Faith was too, because it would be great if we could make the plan tomorrow. I went to our cell and found her coming right after me. 

"If you two were just a bit late the three of us - or actually every prisoner and me would have been killed. God, you scared me I almost pissed in my pants." Ed said. Faith laughed at that, and got into the cell with me. 

"How were things?" I asked her.

"Great. Perfect even. I went to all the cells. They're all joining us, Owen." 

"They'd be crazy not to." Ed said. 

"So until tomorrow." I said. 

"Until tomorrow." She repeated. "Try to sleep well. We'll need it." I nodded.

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