Alone &
Weary
Chapter
4:
I woke up in Queen Bed that was
surprisingly comforting. I rubbed my eyes and blinked a few
times, I looked around the room, and it was plain. It was blue
and grey and a few chairs and the bed I am lying on. I am so
tired and extremely weak, I attempted to get up and just fell
back down and slept for a few more hours. When I woke up again, I
was the same way, but, I needed to get out of this damn house. I
went to the window and tried to open it. It was locked. I went to
the door of the room and it opened. I looked to the right of the
hallway and found 2 another room. I looked to the left and saw
one room. I went right. The first room I looked into was empty,
literally empty. No wallpaper, no furniture, no carpet, not a
thing. I went to the next room and peeked in; it was a room of a
little boy who was also sleeping. I walked in and looked at the
room thoroughly. This boy was frail and skinny with blonde hair
and glasses that were on his night stand. I was on my way out and
when I stepped on a toy and knocked into something. The boy
groggily awoke and sat up. His green eyes widened and he just
stared.
“Uh, hi” I said
“Hi… who are you?”
“My name’s Jacob, what’s your name?”
“My real name, or what mother always calls me?”
“Um, your real name”
“My real name is Timothy, but, mother always calls me
Robby.”
I sat on the bed next to him and asked,
“Did… did she kidnap you from your
parents?”
“I guess, I haven’t seen my real parents since I went
to go play outside and ride my bike. She told me it would be
safer if I had a helmet and knee pads. She told me she had extras
in her car and told me to follow her. She ended up taking me, and
never bringing me back home.”
“That is terrible, she got me too.”
“Did she rename you, also? If I don’t call you the
right name, I’ll be smacked”
“She calls me, Daniel. How do you know you’ll be
smacked?”
“Because when I called Haley, her real name, Rachel, she
smacked me four times!”
“Who’s Rachel?”
“Our sister, she lives down the hall. She was the first to
be taken away from her real family”
“How old are you, Timothy?”
“I am eight, how old are you, Jacob?”
“I am fourteen, how old is Rachel?”
“She’s sixteen, and she knows a lot more than me. You
should go talk to her. The only thing she hasn’t mastered
is escaping the house but, she told me when she does, we’re
all going home! Our real home, I can’t wait.”
“Me either, Timothy, me either. I’m going to talk to
Rachel and see if we can’t get out.”
“Good luck” He
replied.
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coolio128 · 1 decade ago
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Hey was wondering when you were fonna make new chapters ?? :)