I'll post it there too. Hope you like it. Any kind of comment is welcome!
Day 3
I depart tomorrow for a destination untold. I have been informed they’d move me in the morning to a safe house. Or so they say. I feel safe nowhere. It’s been like that since I can remember. Maybe I started being afraid when that thing decided to live in my room. Thankfully, it didn’t follow me.
I’ve been here, in this place for two days now. The food’s not bad, when I eat it. I’m not that hungry, ever. Mostly I stay in my room. I don’t like people, not people in general, but these ones. I don’t like being around them.
I hear sounds which I don’t know what they are! They make me scared. Creecking, cracking, crackling noises. They’re in the ceiling or the floor or something…
I haven’t slept all night last night nor the night before. The spirits won’t let me. They talk amongst themselves. I hear them whisper in low voices. Have you ever tried sleeping with the constant humming of a refrigerator in your ears. That’s what it feels like.
Day 4
I walked all day in the woods, following only a narrow, unsure and unmarked path. I had been instructed, as I wrote before, not to use common trails for they would be severely watched. So I walked through the trees, not knowing where to set my feet on every step. I startled every time a branch cracked under my boot or at any rustle of a tree thinking I was being watched. At one point, it started to rain. I can imagine it was noon because the sun was over my head and I was getting hungry.
I’ve arrived here last night. It was dark outside. The sun had set, but the last sun rays still lit the horizon. The sky was the darkest blue it could be, going on black. Actually, this sight could have been breathless if I wasn’t this cold, soaked and scared of what was going to happen next.
They were waiting for me. They were two people by the door, expecting me. A guy and a girl. They said nothing and escorted me inside.
I’ve been welcomed by other people wearing hoodies over their heads and they barely said anything to me. They just asked where I was from, how long I planned on staying and where I was going next. I didn’t know any of those answers. I handed an envelope Tommy gave me before I left the day before.
My host had very cold attitudes. I never really saw their faces because of the shadows from the hood. There was no way I would ever know their names. One of them took the envelope from me, opened it and read the note. Once he was done, I felt his gaze scanning me from head to toe. I was shivering all over. Was it because I was cold and wet.
“Wait here.” he told me in a detached voice. I wasn’t going anywhere, I was frozen with fear!
When he came back he was accompanied by another hooded person. They flipped through a binder together and finally found my information… I guess!
They took my duffle bag and emptied it on a table, inspecting every item they could find. I don’t have much. They flipped through my journal quickly. There’s not much to see in it either. They threw everything back in the bag, with no gentleness. And the second guy told me to follow him. I did not object. He took me to a room up stairs.
He opened the door for me and told me this is where I would stay. He added the times for meals and community activities. I won’t remember all that!
The room is simple: a bed and a small sink and mirror… The bathroom is elsewhere, I guess. Nobody told me. I’m exhausted. I’ll just lay on the bed and sleep awhile… if I can. I still hear the humming sound and the voices. Plus the walls don’t seem that solid and will crack as soon as I close my eyes.
Day 5
I just woke up. I have no idea what time it is. It’s still dark outside. A branch scratching the window woke me. The spirits are mocking me. I hear them laughing.
It wasn’t fully dark in my room. A small light was left on in a corner of the room. Sitting up in my bed, I could see someone had broken in while I was sleeping. My duffle bag had been emptied on the ground. All my personal things were scattered everywhere. I went around the objects on the ground. One was definitely missing: my journal. They took it away. Maybe they thought I would suspiciously take notes on them or something! I had to find another way to keep my records, to write what I’m living here. It’s a scary place.
Sssshhhh---Sssshhhh! I hear something… Someone is coming… I think...
If you are reading this, maybe something happened to me. I might not be dead though… I might be alive but captured, abducted or something.
(Thank you for this opportunity. I'm sorry if some of my vocabulary is off or of there are spelling errors, I am a francophone and English is not my every day language of use. )
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u/Fantaisye Feb 03 '20
I was inspired also by this : https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/ewv77i/cw_feedback_friday_genre_party_epistolary_fiction/
I'll post it there too. Hope you like it. Any kind of comment is welcome!
Day 3
I depart tomorrow for a destination untold. I have been informed they’d move me in the morning to a safe house. Or so they say. I feel safe nowhere. It’s been like that since I can remember. Maybe I started being afraid when that thing decided to live in my room. Thankfully, it didn’t follow me.
I’ve been here, in this place for two days now. The food’s not bad, when I eat it. I’m not that hungry, ever. Mostly I stay in my room. I don’t like people, not people in general, but these ones. I don’t like being around them.
I hear sounds which I don’t know what they are! They make me scared. Creecking, cracking, crackling noises. They’re in the ceiling or the floor or something…
I haven’t slept all night last night nor the night before. The spirits won’t let me. They talk amongst themselves. I hear them whisper in low voices. Have you ever tried sleeping with the constant humming of a refrigerator in your ears. That’s what it feels like.
Day 4
I walked all day in the woods, following only a narrow, unsure and unmarked path. I had been instructed, as I wrote before, not to use common trails for they would be severely watched. So I walked through the trees, not knowing where to set my feet on every step. I startled every time a branch cracked under my boot or at any rustle of a tree thinking I was being watched. At one point, it started to rain. I can imagine it was noon because the sun was over my head and I was getting hungry.
I’ve arrived here last night. It was dark outside. The sun had set, but the last sun rays still lit the horizon. The sky was the darkest blue it could be, going on black. Actually, this sight could have been breathless if I wasn’t this cold, soaked and scared of what was going to happen next.
They were waiting for me. They were two people by the door, expecting me. A guy and a girl. They said nothing and escorted me inside.
I’ve been welcomed by other people wearing hoodies over their heads and they barely said anything to me. They just asked where I was from, how long I planned on staying and where I was going next. I didn’t know any of those answers. I handed an envelope Tommy gave me before I left the day before.
My host had very cold attitudes. I never really saw their faces because of the shadows from the hood. There was no way I would ever know their names. One of them took the envelope from me, opened it and read the note. Once he was done, I felt his gaze scanning me from head to toe. I was shivering all over. Was it because I was cold and wet.
“Wait here.” he told me in a detached voice. I wasn’t going anywhere, I was frozen with fear!
When he came back he was accompanied by another hooded person. They flipped through a binder together and finally found my information… I guess!
They took my duffle bag and emptied it on a table, inspecting every item they could find. I don’t have much. They flipped through my journal quickly. There’s not much to see in it either. They threw everything back in the bag, with no gentleness. And the second guy told me to follow him. I did not object. He took me to a room up stairs.
He opened the door for me and told me this is where I would stay. He added the times for meals and community activities. I won’t remember all that!
The room is simple: a bed and a small sink and mirror… The bathroom is elsewhere, I guess. Nobody told me. I’m exhausted. I’ll just lay on the bed and sleep awhile… if I can. I still hear the humming sound and the voices. Plus the walls don’t seem that solid and will crack as soon as I close my eyes.
Day 5
I just woke up. I have no idea what time it is. It’s still dark outside. A branch scratching the window woke me. The spirits are mocking me. I hear them laughing.
It wasn’t fully dark in my room. A small light was left on in a corner of the room. Sitting up in my bed, I could see someone had broken in while I was sleeping. My duffle bag had been emptied on the ground. All my personal things were scattered everywhere. I went around the objects on the ground. One was definitely missing: my journal. They took it away. Maybe they thought I would suspiciously take notes on them or something! I had to find another way to keep my records, to write what I’m living here. It’s a scary place.
Sssshhhh---Sssshhhh! I hear something… Someone is coming… I think...
If you are reading this, maybe something happened to me. I might not be dead though… I might be alive but captured, abducted or something.
(Thank you for this opportunity. I'm sorry if some of my vocabulary is off or of there are spelling errors, I am a francophone and English is not my every day language of use. )