by -pidge » Sun Nov 25, 2018 5:22 pm
Username; Systems_Down
Name; Ticø ( #982)
Gender; Male
Prompt;
'Knock knock kncok'
"One knock is enough thankyou" Answers a tall and skinny older woman with her hair tied back tightly into a perfect bun.
"Sorry, Miss Punchure" Shamely replys a buff, muscular man, holding me by my neck fur. " I got another one for you."
"Hmph, ohwell bring him in" Within that second she steps aside, gesturing for both of us to come in.
"So, has your mother ever hit you or touched you harmfully?" The woman sternly asks me, pouring herself a cup of Tea.
I refuse to reply, looking down at the ground.
She asks again, only this time with aggression.
I still remain scilent. The man standing behing me gives a hard kick in my back leg.
I wimper.
"Off be with him" she turns her back to me and hands the man a label, #982 was printed on it in black ink.
The man ties it around my neck and shoves me in a room with sevral other older boys.
The room stays scilent until one person speaks.
"So, 982... why were you taken from your parents?"
Flashbacks of my mother filled my mind. I became overwelmed of what had just happened in these past few minutes and burst into tears.
Someone sits beside me on my bed and pats my back, but dosnet say anyting.
Moments later the same woman walked into the room and informed us to go to bed.
In the morning were woken by a metal rod banging on out bed frames.
"Get up, get ready and be at breakfast in 10."
I yarn. The guys help me get ready and we all head out for breakfast.
We all get whipped across the back of the legs for being 1.42 seconds late.
During breakfast, I thought to myself. I though of Mum, I though of how we use to play together, I thought how wrong this was, they had no right to remove me from my Mum, and I didn’t understand why.
After beakfast I got whipped again, for being out of line to wash our bowls.
On my way past the the headmistress office, I heard a conversation taking place, about me.
”His mother simply couldn’t afford enough money to grant daily needs, so we’ve placed him under this center care...” She was still talking but I’d had enough.. enough of being punished, enough of feeling alone, enough of being separated...
It was time to go home.
I didn’t know how, or when but I will never stop trying, to find my Mother.
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