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I woke to black. As I laid there, on my scratchy straw mattress, my head pounding, my eyes slowly adjusted. The stench of my own self flew to my noise like a bird and I was almost sick. Ironically, I thought that if I was sick, whether they'd test new cure on me. I laid there exhausted, even though I had just woken up. But all of a sudden, a black curtain seemed to drop over me and I was pulled into oblivion.
Rested, I crawled out of the bed, the mattress groaning as I rolled off. As there was no windows in our room, I had no idea of the time, but I guessed it to be morning. I walked over to my basin and stared at myself in the dusty old mirror. My lanky figure and my straight, tawny hair reminded me instantly of my sister, and the reason why I was in here. I was reminded of the times when we sat at the dinner table, just the two of us. As she looked at her plate, almost empty, she looked at me with a obviously faked smile. She tried to disguise her hunger, but I knew what she was feeling. …show more content…
Arriving at the stall, seeing a freshly baked golden loaf, and then stealing it. All I was thinking of was my sister's joy at the bread as it sat on our wobbly little table at home. But my thought had been interrupted by the shout of the shopkeeper, and the local watch was on me like a storm. But as I was being held back by the watch, I saw the loaf I had stolen, laying on the dirt road and all I was thinking about was my sister's joy at seeing the loaf then having a piece of the yeasty goodness covered in honey. I was shocked back to reality by the loud bang of my cell door and rough hands grabbed me, pulling me to my feet while voice told me it was time for another
I woke to black. As I laid there, on my scratchy straw mattress, my head pounding, my eyes slowly adjusted. The stench of my own self flew to my noise like a bird and I was almost sick. Ironically, I thought that if I was sick, whether they'd test new cure on me. I laid there exhausted, even though I had just woken up. But all of a sudden, a black curtain seemed to drop over me and I was pulled into oblivion.
Rested, I crawled out of the bed, the mattress groaning as I rolled off. As there was no windows in our room, I had no idea of the time, but I guessed it to be morning. I walked over to my basin and stared at myself in the dusty old mirror. My lanky figure and my straight, tawny hair reminded me instantly of my sister, and the reason why I was in here. I was reminded of the times when we sat at the dinner table, just the two of us. As she looked at her plate, almost empty, she looked at me with a obviously faked smile. She tried to disguise her hunger, but I knew what she was feeling. …show more content…
Arriving at the stall, seeing a freshly baked golden loaf, and then stealing it. All I was thinking of was my sister's joy at the bread as it sat on our wobbly little table at home. But my thought had been interrupted by the shout of the shopkeeper, and the local watch was on me like a storm. But as I was being held back by the watch, I saw the loaf I had stolen, laying on the dirt road and all I was thinking about was my sister's joy at seeing the loaf then having a piece of the yeasty goodness covered in honey. I was shocked back to reality by the loud bang of my cell door and rough hands grabbed me, pulling me to my feet while voice told me it was time for another