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Post by Daz on Aug 27, 2006 20:21:03 GMT
I look up at him, my head moving slightly. Though Ive been living through this pain I havnt lost my soul just yet. I move over to him, helping him sit a little, resting his head on my lap as I take a sleeve to wipe the drying blood from his face..
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Post by Jacky on Aug 27, 2006 20:28:59 GMT
At her first touch I barely even moved, not recognizing the movement at all. I'm somewhere inbetween conciousness and darkness, and it's hard to tell what's real and what's not. When she whipes some blood of my face though, I suddenly become aware of what's going on.
...I've been in this place for ages. The only touch I know is hurt. The only people I know are not to be trusted. All that I have is enemies. And at the feeling of her touch, I flinch and try to move away quickly.
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Post by Daz on Aug 27, 2006 20:33:33 GMT
I dont go to stop him.. I dont want him to think im trying to harm him.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 27, 2006 20:38:50 GMT
Soon as there's a metre of space inbetween the two of us I'm seated in a crouched position, my eyes wary and flaming, my gaze fixed on her with the concentration of a preditor. I note each movement, every flinch, every blink of her eyes as time seems to slow down around me. What the hell is she doing? Why is she helping? in the darkness of my mind, the thought of 'comfort' scares me more than the thought of 'hurt'..
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Post by Daz on Aug 27, 2006 20:46:15 GMT
I sit there looking at him from behind my hair. Theres a blank expression on my face. I dont know what to do..
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Post by Jacky on Aug 27, 2006 20:53:17 GMT
I look at her for ages, until eventually I back away, pressing myself against the wall that's as far away from her as possible. I watch her for another while, then roll myself up into a fetal position and close my eyes tight. Though I'm no longer scared.. not that scared, at least.
~The next day?~
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Post by Daz on Aug 27, 2006 21:01:16 GMT
As the sun rises, I sleep... laying flat on the cell floor.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 27, 2006 21:04:33 GMT
I'm awake again, and I look up as the guard throws a new loaf of breath onto the dirty ground, before he retreats. No water this time. I look over to the girl who seems sound asleep, then back to the bread. I hesitate. I could take all of it, and she wouldn't even know. My mouth waters at the thought of it. I carefully make my way to the bread and I snatch it, returning to my corner.
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Post by Daz on Aug 27, 2006 21:12:12 GMT
My eyes open when I hear movement. The first thing I see through my slightly blurred, tired version is him.. with the bread in his hands. I dont move. I just look at him with a sinking sensation deep inside.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 27, 2006 21:17:06 GMT
As I sit down again I take a glance in her direction, and catch her looking at me. I look back. Stare hard. Then look down to the bread and bite my tongue. I remember yesterdaynight all too well.. I've been without human contact for ages, but I know she tried to help. I understand that now. And I feel almost bad about my ignorance of how to deal with that.. but how should I know?
Just to show her that I don't mean no harm though.. I carefully and very slowly tear the bread in two. I hesitate, look at her one more time, and then stretch my arm out with one of the halfs in my hand, offering it to her.
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