30 Days of Writing: (15) Order
I was bored.
I had no idea where I was, seeing how I was blind and all. I had not kept track of how long it took to get to this place. All I knew about this room I was kept in was the bed, since I did not dare leave it. The bed did not feel like one that would be used in a jail cell. Much too fluffy. And comfortable. And big.
I did not know how long I have been here, but it felt like days. I swore again at the curse that sealed away my senses, and at the bracelets that suppressed my powers. I did not even know if anyone was here in this room right now. For all I knew, someone was probably guarding me day in and out.
I leaned against the backboard. I was lucky I had not carried anything of real importance with me when I had gone to the bakery. All I had were my keys and money, since I did not feel it would take that long. At least my tablet and phone were out of Nemesis’s reach.
What could I do to pass the time? I could not read, could not draw, could not play games, could not do any of the things I would normally do when bored. I wanted to bang my head against something. Maybe I should just sleep.
The bed suddenly dipped on my right, startling me. I pulled my legs closer to me, unsure of what was going on. The person then grabbed my hand. Crap, crap, crap. I tried to pull away, but the other’s grip was unyielding. Then I felt something on my arm, like…
Oh. The person was trying to communicate with me by writing on my arm.
r. u. o. k. Well, that was a rather unspecific question. Physically, yes, I was alright. However, I was under the Three Monkeys Curse and my powers were sealed, so that would also be a no, I was not okay.
I felt my way to the other’s arm, noting it felt like a male’s. At least I could refer to him as male. I wrote on his arm: p. a. p. e. r. p. e. n. Even if I was blind, I could still write without looking.
The arm slipped from my grasp and I waited for him to return. A few minutes later (I was counting the seconds), a notepad and a writing utensil was placed in my hands. Excellent. I then wrote slowly and carefully, hoping my words were straight.
Who are you?
The answer came a few minutes later.
N. o. a. h.
I should have known. What do you want?
S. o. r. r. y.
Not accepted.
L. u. s. t. r. e. i. s. O. r. d. e. r.
Why would he want me?
D. u. n. n. o.
I huffed. Some help you are.
The hand rubbed circles with his thumb, as if trying to comfort me, before writing again. S. o. r. r. y. O. r. d. e. r. F. o. r. g. i. v. e. m. e.
One thing I did not know if I liked about Noah was that he was incredibly persistent if he was after something he really wanted. In this case, that would be my forgiveness, but I could not give that to him. The constant silence I hear was too painful.
You took the wind from me.
I. k. n. o. w.
I will never forgive you, even if it was an order.
A few seconds, before a reply. I. k. n. o. w.
How long have I been here?
A. w. e. e. k.
I sighed. Please leave me alone.
There was hesitation before he obeyed. I did not know if he was truly gone or not, however, but it did not matter. In my mind, I was alone either way.