the longing

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 10, 2016

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Submitted: May 10, 2016



"Hello? Young Girl?", a rapsy voice echoed through the empty room, the young girl jittered as the sound was the first thing that she had heard in a long time. She was used to silence. "Come with me...", the strange figure wispered into her faint ear. Again, the ignorance was there. Suddenly a hand crept up to her arm and clenched onto her shoulder, her eyes welled with tears and she began shaking. "I'm not going to hurt you" said the bellowing figure. The young girl rolled her doll-like face facing the figure. His hair was neatly combed through and was a sandy-brown colour. His face was broad just like his shoulders. His eyes were brown and caring yet his mouth looked strcit. His body was very muscular and his height was astoninshing. He worn a camouflage outfit, something that the young girl was used to but couldn't recall where she saw it from. "Come on, I'm here to protect you, you're safe now". Her eyes glanced at his mouth and a smile flashed but was soon gone, on his uniform was the name SERGEANT JAMES. His hand let go of her shoulder and came in front of her chest. Slowly, steadly, her dainty hand came into contact. It was warm, unlike her ice-cold body. He put one hand around her waist and lifted her up as if she was a balloon. She walked with him towards the door, glancing behind her was the water still under her cloth. Was this the last time she would see this room?


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