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[JDsalamander]

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[JDsalamander]

Emmett sighed in the dark. He doubted he'd ever get out, ever be able to have a life.
But he knew he wouldn't.....couldn't....because of her. he tried to imagine what she was doing now, but turned when he heard a creaking sound, and a slit of light , dim, but it felt like the sun after his many years spent in the dark,beginning to appear in the attic.
His eyes widened. he couldn't believe it. He smiled wickedly. it was about time some justice was shown in this accursed place. As he stepped out of the door, he almost hit his head off of the top. Then, rubbing his head, he stumbled around in the house, a place he had left so long ago....
He looked around,
Was she even here? Probably not. he didn't know how long it had been since he had been imprisoned. Finally, he found the kitchen and looked at the calender and gasped. seven years?! he had been rotting in that godforsaken place for seven years?! he counted on his fingers, "okay," he thought. "if it's been seven years and i was....." his eyes widened. "i'm 17....?" "well then that means....."
He punched his fist into the wall and sat down in a chair.
He wanted to cry but felt only hate. He couldn't believe this. His entire childhood......gone. And all thanks to her.
Even if she wasn't here, he was gonna get his revenge. She had stolen seven years of his life, so she owed him hers. They all did. He sat back, plotting.

Suddenly, an idea came to him. He knew that years ago he would have been appalled at the mere thought, but he was a new man now. They deserved it. He solemnly strode over to the kitchen cupboard, where he found an odd tool with a rounded bottom and three blades, sharper than ever after all these years. Emmett smiled.

He walked to the front door, his steps even, his eyes glistening like those of a madman. He decided that, before he could enact his revenge, to feel the blood of his enemies, to watch the light disappear from their eyes, he would have to attempt to adapt to this returned to world. In the ten years he had spent outside, in that real world, he had learned that you couldn't get anywhere without money. He chuckled in spite of himself. So much had changed, he knew that they had most definitely stopped looking for him. They couldn't possibly have wanted him back that much. His smile vanished. He had only realized now that he had nobody, he was nobody. He wouldn't even try to change that. Obviously, he was never meant to have a life, so he might as well keep going for his new purpose-revenge. He tucked the knife into his pocket, and, silently working out the details of his plan, walked toward the peaceful town.

As he strode, he spotted numerous families, walking by happily. He felt as if he was going to be sick. Life wasn't, and would never be fair. He hated how these people hadn't realized how cruel life truly was. He felt his hand tighten around the concealed knife, but then stopped himself. However foolish these people were, they did not deserve to die. Yet. It was only a matter of time before they, like all people eventually do, end up like him, so much wiser to the cruelties of man.

He sighed. He had only been a boy when he was imprisoned. What had he done that was so wrong, to deserve such a fate? Depressed, he passed by a church and scowled. At this point, he had no faith in religion whatsoever. What sort of god would allow this to happen? Hundreds of thoughts raced in his fevered mind, as he slumped, pondering. He had many questions, but no one to present them to.

Despite how painful remembering his ordeal, abandoned in the darkest, twisted corners of his mind, was, he knew he had to. It was the first step to being free of this terrible burden of a life he had. He forced himself to think back, to a time when a younger, naive boy had wandered the streets of town alone. He relived the woman he so openly despised beckoning to him to follow her. He wanted so much to scream at himself, how could he had been so dense as to follow?!?! Regaining control, he saw himself being taken away, to this awful place, locked away like a mere toy in some child's cupboard. He felt like he was going to cry. Why hadn't his family looked for their little boy? His entire body flared with blind fury. They didn't love him, no one did. He was a weight that had been lifted off of their shoulders by the devil's bride.

[JDsalamander]

Color your world
There's an endless canvas before you
You just have to find your brush
it doesn't have to be the best
nothing truly is
it just has to reflect you
but try to leave it untouched
the best you can
leave it like the real thing will never be

Perfect

[JDsalamander]

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