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Thursday, April 9, 2009

The Truth about My Misery II

The Truth about My Misery
Part II

My hopes were crushed as we were taken back by the soldiers. It has only been a month since we ran away with Ann. I had to face the generals in an hour, and Ann was taken away somewhere, and is probably going to be executed “How Dare you run away like that boy?! Have you no shame?!” One of them yelled. “There is no shame in running when you are treating your own people like this.” I retorted and tried to break free from the soldiers. But I could not. I remember being cuffed before, and the cuffs aren’t easy to break. “Where did you take Ann?! Answer me!” I yelled at the general, hoping to get an answer. “We are taking her to the reformatory.” He grinned evilly “and you my young boy will soon join her.” “What do you want from an insane girl?! She’s no use to you at this point! So why won’t you release her?!” I kept yelling, anger took over. Above all of my emotions. “Because you feel for her, and because her brain holds secret information we need to get rid of her, therefore we must brainwash her and kill her, simple as that dear boy.” “May I at least see her, just for this brief moment?” I pleaded; I tried to think of a plan quickly before it was too late. But nothing came to mind. “Of cores you may see your beloved boy.” He nodded, and then he turned to the soldiers “take him to the girl!” The soldiers obeyed and took me to see Ann; Ann was chained to a wall. Her mind distant. And she did not react to my presence. I crawled to her and hugged her close. Her presence was the only thing that calmed me down. “W-what’ll happen to us?” Ann made an attempt to speak. “I don’t know Ann, but I will try to get us out of this place no matter what.” I kissed her cheek tenderly. She backed up from me, but I kept holding her. “I won’t let you get killed Ann, I wont.”It was early in the morning the next day; the clock was the only thing that woke me up. “Where am I?” I asked myself looking around. Ann stood in the entrance to my room. “Good morning, sleepy head.” She smiled at me.“Was it all a dream? Ann?”The End.

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