Chapter 1A Chapter by Kuroko ChigokoroRouasha’s POV
I’m floating…in nothingness….
What? I thought I was dead? They gave me the death penalty, I remembered the feeling of my body shutting down and taking in one last breath.
But….I’m breathing….I’m…..I can feel my heart beating…but…..what the hell is going on!?
I open my eyes and all I can see is darkness. I lift my hand up and put it in front of me. My hand goes forward to see if there’s anything in front me and my fingers touch something about 5 inches in front of me.
I run my finger along the surface…is this wood? Am I buried?
Did I not actually die? But I could’ve sworn I did.
I form a fist with my hands and hit the wood above me. Tears escape my eyes and I try to scream but then I remember I can’t speak.
So whatever allowed me to be alive again didn’t give me my voice? I’m still deaf too.
Ignoring that I continue to hit the wood and I start to kick it too. Can anybody even hear me? Is this just a wasted effort? I could be so deep underground that nobody above me can hear me.
Then the wood above me vibrates a little bit. Did something hit it?
I hit it again hoping whoever is above me will get the message that I’m down here. The wood vibrates more then it moves like someone is trying to lift it. Taking the hint I push my hands against the wood lifting it up. Squinting my eyes I push it to the side and sit up.
I look to my right to see a boy maybe around my age looking at me with a surprised look on his face.
He looks like he’s been working out in the heat for a while since he was covered in sweat and a bit dirty.
He has short light brown hair that just barely reaches his ears, tanned skin, brown eyes, and a body that says he does a lot of labor-filled work.
“How in the world did you get down here?” He asks me.
I try to motion to him that I can’t speak but he just looks at me with a confused face. I motion for something to write with instead.
“Um, something to write on? I don’t have anything on me but we should get out of this hole I guess.”
I nod and he quickly climbs out of the hole. I try to follow but I fail and he quickly realized this and helps me out. Once we get out of the hole he starts walking towards a building a little bit a ways I’m guessing is his house.
We walk into the building and he searches for paper and a pencil. I look around the house and notice it just a nice small house for about one or two people. A minute later he finds what he’s looking for and hands it to me.
I smile a thanks and I write, ‘Sorry I can’t speak to you, I have no voice. I also can’t hear so make sure to look at my face while speaking.’
“Oh.” He mumbles after reading what I wrote. “That’s got to be hard. Can you tell me why you were buried?”
Should I tell him? He probably wouldn’t even believe me. ‘I don’t know.’ I decided to write. ‘I woke up and I was there.’
“That’s so weird…” He wonders.
‘Can you tell me where I am?’
“About 10 miles from the nearest city.”
‘Can you take me?’
“I guess…” He grabs his keys and motions for me to follow him. I follow and we head to the car in the front yard.
We both get in and I feel the car vibrate as he turns it on.
He drives me to town in silence. Least I think he hasn’t tried to speak to me.
We arrive in town and he stops at a gas station.
‘Hey can you tell me the year?’ I ask him.
“2013.” He replied.
‘And the month?’
“May.”
So it’s been a year since I got the penalty. I wonder if Sam still lives in the same house.
‘Thanks.’ I climb out of the car leaving the paper and pencil and start walking deeper into the city.
2 hours later…
After being a bit lost for about an hour and a half I manage to make it to Sam’s house. There’s a car in the front yard and some lights on so I know someone is home.
I walk up to the front door and ring the doorbell. After about a minute the door opens revealing Sam’s mom.
‘Hi.’ I sign to her.
She looks at me shocked. Her eyes widen and her smile fades. She suddenly starts signing like crazy and I try to reach for her wrist to stop her. I may have learned some signs but I can’t sign that well.
I try to think back at what I learned. ‘Is Sam here?’ I manage to sign. She just looks at me with a sad look. ‘What’s wrong?’
She ushers me into the house and picks up some paper. ‘He committed suicide a day after your funeral.’
What? I wanted him to keep living. Did he feel that much pain after what happened?
‘How are you alive?’ She asks.
‘I don’t know.’ I sign. © 2013 Kuroko ChigokoroReviews
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1 Review Added on April 13, 2013 Last Updated on April 13, 2013 AuthorKuroko ChigokoroPeoria, AZAboutHello! I'm 19 and currently attending a state university studying Graphic Design! Though I love to do Illustration type art. :) I love to draw and I also love to write. I love yaoi which is what inspi.. more..Writing
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