Every night i prayed for him to come back.
Its been a couple of years but i still believe that he will come back eventually.I dreamed of him evrytime i fell asleep,I never stoped loving him and i know he never stoped loving me....
I wawk up, it was a beautiful day, my grandad is now traveling to USA for some data so im left alone in the house for a week or two.
It might seem abit funny but I have got a weird warm feeling of today,
"Strang".I mumbled to my self.
"You have to let me go!" I shout and take in the prison bars. It's like being in a prison for real. "What the heck do you want from me?!"
"You have to be patient," she says and comes closer to the prison bars.
"Why am I here?"
She takes her time and then says: "Because."
"Because nothing. Because I wanted to. And you are going to stay here for a long time," she smiles sarcastically. "Why do I feel that you don't want to do so?"
"I'll get our of here! You'll see! And when I have, you'll be the one to live in prison!"
It's like a sharp tickling feeling but it still hurts so much. I pu my hand on my arm and hold it carefully, because when you touch it, it feels likke you just took a vaccination that seemly is drastic. I don't know how long I've been here, but the smell tells me it's a place I won't come out of that easily. It's musty and uncomfortable, and it looks like a cave. The stones are dark gray, almost black, and the ground is silent and boring.
At first it is as though my eyes are deceiving me, but when I've stared at the same direction for about thirty seconds I cannot be more...