hey, well heres chapter two there is no need for any other introducing so...



I dont remeber falling asleep, but since i was just waking up on the floor i gathered that somehow i had. i closed my eyes and tried to remeber, remeber who i was, why i was here. But i couldnt nothing was coming back not even my mother or fathers name, i cant even remeber if i have parents, or a family. i threw my hands to my head, who am i? I was now crying and couldnt stop myself, my whole body was shaking, and i couldnt breathe. i thought i heard moving on the other side and began to panick, "Calm down," i whispered to myself, making sure i took deep breaths, to do so. i definately heard shuffling from the other side of the door, and i cringed into the closest mural i could, i covered my face and prepared my self for the worst. But the worse never came. the big door was opened then shut, nothing was said nothing was done.But something was left. I large mound, and a tray with what looked like water and bread.My stomach gurgled, at the offering on the florr, i slowly moved back from the wall, and crwaled to the tray. i first tasted the water, rinsensing my mouth and swallowed. It was warm but tasted, it didnt matter to my mouth, it was like i had never drank before, i ganced at the large bundle of rags on the ground, an d noticed for the first time what it really was. "No," i whispered, and pulled at the rags, a boy my age was rolled up in them, i shaked the body, but he diidnt stirr. "Please wake up," i whispered, i need someone elese to be here.I thought the last part, it was to selfish to even think, but i did. i thought about what it was like for me when i was in the dep sleep, and for the first time i smiled, the colours. They were my life, my memories disapearing. My smile faded, and i bent down so that my face was near the boys ear, "Please get up, i know the colours are pretty, but you must wake up, please.." i shook my head when the boy didnt resond, and took the bread,i looked at the lump of bread, well i say bread, it looks mais like a rool, and tastes like dirt, but my stomach ate the fowl tasting muck like it was a delecasie. i sat against the furthest mural from the door, and thought once more.This time i thought why i was here, what did, i have in common with this boy, and Reily? Reily. He was able to take controll of my own body, and he didnt just do it to protect me, it was to help me understand, but understand what?


Sorry this ones short.....