My stomach growls painfully enough to shake me from my slumber, legs jerk involuntarily kicking the bottom wood of my closet, pain instantly zips right through the bone making me grunt out a silent agony.

I'm wide awake now, to nothing but Darkness. A foul smell and the feel of bugs crawling on top of my skin, it hit me than of my surroundings, I hid from the drunk man successfully, but still unhealed from my first encounter and would have died for sure had he gotten a hold of me.

Hesitant to move at first but the deep rumble in my stomach spoke volumes, torn between safety and starvation I slip out of the closet glancing around at the mini bed frame flipped over out of his drunken state of rage in thirst to exact his revenge on someone incapable of defending oneself.

Even in this filthy commoners town not even your blood can be trusted, I am happy the Princess is surrounded by people who would give their lives for her, and soon they won't have to cause I'll live long enough to always be at her side.

Not much out of place, but then again there is not much I own. My heart skips a couple of beats leaving an ice cold tremor down my chest suddenly, Just when I thought there could be silence in this town, a woman shrieks in the distance followed by a screech of a car driving off until they are nothing but an echo.

Another abduction, judging by the power of the shriek, it is an older woman. Silence is never common, its best to have it pact with noise than to not hear a peep, because than that would be too frightening.

If they are not roaming the streets than they are hiding in the darkest corner of your homes -- Watching you sleep.

Despite an abduction being heard loud as day, not one person has stepped out of their home to address the situation. Only two reactions have ever been recorded when stuff like this happens, they go back to sleep, and it is a loss for their loved one or they are like me frozen with pure fear and deep dread at any given chance that I or anyone I care about could be next.

Wouldn't be much of a loss.

But my hands tighten to a thought, if they abducted her or if anything happened to her than I'd burn this world.

A silverish luminescence seeps through my window as I stood frozen, a faint ray of blue in one spot of my disorganized bedroom, my boiling veins cool down at the symbolism; within my mother's culture the moon is said to represent guidance in the darkest path. Bravely I walk over to the window to peek out, yet it wasn't the moon but rather a twinkling star, I'm transfixed.

In the faceless night of the sky this star twinkles brightly like the moon, right at my window like a guardian Angel. Of all places, it beams in mine; I wonder. Does she see it to? Perhaps not, she is a star of her own and is always shining my misery.

Movement catches the corner of my eye at the bottom of my window, Unconsciously I lingered out a little too much exposing the curls of my head. Someone is watching me, a slender silhouette casts like a drawing in the shadows, I can feel sinister eyes glaring right up at me.

My oxygen dissipates from my lungs and With no hesitance I pull away only to jump slightly at My shadow casted on my wall beside me from the mini lamp, Make no move and no sound, but my stomach boils.

The footstep at the bottom recedes allowing my heart slows its rapid beats, I need to be more careful, I can't end my life like this knowing I'll never be by her side again. Come the rising of dawn and he heads out; I will make it back to the horizon and be with her again and apologize for my stupidity.

Downstairs in the dark kitchen I crept quietly. Like stepping knee - deep in a bucket of broken glass all the bruises and inflamed nerves sting at once making this quiet game impossible.

I miss a steep step just at the bottom of the stairs nearly tumbling to the ground hadn't I caught my balance, mentally cursing at myself, the silence was interrupted by sound and stupidity.

Quietly I wait for any other movement, I need to play it safe now, by now the alcohol in his system would lessen granting him more knowledge, thankfully not a movement rather his slumber deepens.

Rats scatter across the floor squeaking, running their tiny claws across the Woodend pavement, my blood shrivels to the filth, I'd say this time about twelve has crawled inside from the old pipes. They run across my ankle's, I feel the furs touching at my skin, wet tongues lick at me thinking I am dead the more I lingered.

Feeling as though there are this many out here scattering the floors, this could only mean one thing.

My hunch was correct, the rats inside the fridge shriek at me as soon as I open it, the rest of the food in their mouths as they lunged down on the floor earning a surprised grunt from me making me take a few steps back, unknowingly my back hits something that was resting on the counter and it falls with a crash, any remaining oxygen in my system evaporates as I stand in the middle of the mess, the moment I feared now upon me as the lights flick on.

Red faced with a trail of dried blood on the side of his face -- It seems he was too drunk to flee from the rats, and I interrupted their meal.

"Why are you in my Kitchen?" he slurs darkly, alcohol still in his bloodstream.

Lips snarling peering down to the scene, eyes widening to saucers before he flung himself to the ground to some white powder. My breathing nearly triggering an asthma attack.

"What have you done!" he roars, white floor stuck to his nose as he forces it into the nasal stream, irritated when the residue flies off from his heavy breathing.

One second there is distance between us, then the next he is right before me delivering a sharp strike to my cheek with the back of his hand, harsh strike whips out a large trail of saliva from my throat. The room spirals again, vision turning purple from the wounds I still have not healed from at my first predicament and now I am in another one.

I cry out feeling his fist connect to my back bringing me down to the ground, his feet connect to the side of the rib that was already rattled from previously, it went on and on and I could barely feel it anymore, the impact is there but there is no pain, there is no sound.

Only light and a deafening whistle, and a fuzzy blur. My arm lays lifelessly on the ground shaking from the impact of him, no one will interfere despite his loud yells, he missed me the first time and now he finally caught me. Has he stopped yet? I don't feel my body being nudged rather my skin turning cold.

Once again I have fallen to my knees in capable of holding my ground, the rats watching my soul slip from corpse; smiling eerily at the free dinner, just above them was a silhouette that lingers behind the bottom window, my eyes playing it's tricks before a shadow passes by on the steps.

The figure returning to his pile of white dust on the ground, coddling it the way he should have me, funny how inanimate objects are treated with more care than I. Why has he stopped? he should have finished me off, let me fly so I can go and join that twinkling star and be the guardian angel for ... for her.

***

A crack of lighting makes me jerk, vision instantly swirling with a pulsing headache as I looked up to a moldy ceiling, heavy rain fall like bullets just on the outside setting a dark moody aesthetic. Body still cold and numb and I lie there listening to the whistling wind, Something sharp pierces my toes and I cry out accidently kicking the rat in the face, multiple claw my skin as they run across my body to scurry into a secured hiding squeaking in panic.

It soons dawns on me, I'm alive? Certain I had taken my last breath last night but I lived? it plays over and over again, another day in my misery; but another day to see her. That was more than enough, My teeth grits as I try to rise, pain tripling to every shift, deepening the already excruciating sensation.

Acid rises to my throat as I settle to my knees refusing to subside, onto the floor the bile falls with a thick strings of blood in the yellow.

Appetite eludes me staring at the content, vision still swirling with drool leaking from my bottom lip. The smell on me is putrid and I feel my body swelling up like a hot air balloon.

I must shower, tidy up the filth. My princess awaits me, she is probably soaking in the rain afraid, I need to head to the horizon. A whipping lighting flashed along the sky delivering an angry snap that shook the wood of house.

As if it forbade me, but it won't stop me, I have already been damned into such a life, I refuse to not be by her side even if I lose my limbs.

But it was better said than done, with one step my body crumbles bringing me back to my knees, shaking violently to the pain that stretched through inside me. Skin burns, beads of sweat race down at my temples and I suddenly coughed.

My soul refuses to let go of this rotten body, fighting the fever and aches, I can see the grim reaper. My reflection in his blade, he lingers patiently by my door step raising his skeletal fingers in summons. Death has come to collect me, my soul detaching from me leaving that icy chill all over again.

But then he vanished; disappeared into thin air not even leaving behind evidence, I don't get the chance to panic at his next move before something warm swooshes beside me. A glowing light with a heavy breeze blowing back the strands of my curls bringing them down to my eyes.

Heavy footsteps drawing near, "Young man can you hear me?" A raspy voice of an elder man. Coffee breath fans my face as he crouched to me. "Speak to me Little one". His voice clears, a British accent. Someone is here?

I cry out feeling my body being lifted off the ground, damped sleeve hooks under my arm pressing me closer into his wetsuit, someone is indeed in my home - have they come to abduct me?

Panic runs through my veins and I sob out loud, weakly raising an arm to slap away at him. Droplets of rain water from the bridge of his nose fall down to my fae gliding down to my chapped lips awakening an undeniable thirst as I licked them off. We round to the door from the kitchen, just through the half open peel of my eyelids I catch An all black car parked outside in the open, rain drops fall heavily like snow at the top of the hood.

Someone was us inside, awaiting. But we don't make it outside, it took a lot of energy but I furrow my brows. Questions building as he lays me on the couch before shrieking to a rat running by him.

A blue beam flashes in my eye, too frail to move my head but instead Roll my eyes backwards with a groan. Slowly and softly he feels the bruises, documenting and applying something cold to the burns. A strawberry liquid glides down my mouth Suddenly; Sweet and thick. Not a cup but a tiny tube that he used to gather the liquid.

My vision clears after seconds of coughing up the coated substance, the fever slowly receding and I look up to him, a crest symbol upon his shirt, a symbol I've never seen before. Round faced man whose complexion turned pink, green eyes intent and focused, thin glasses rest just at the bridge of his large flat nose. Definitely ripe in age.

A moment like this was something I never thought would be real, for the first time someone is actually looking out for me? Normally being close to a man of this age he has other intentions with my young body.

It's all too good to be true, "Who are you?" I rasped, a tingle in my throat.

Green eyes meet mine, "Ah, I am your doctor," He huffs with a smile. "Now just rest up I'm still documenting." A sensual smile with hands of gentleness, he was sent by the princess. My heart soared, I should have known, even after I said everything I said. There she was once again to shine her light and rain her forgiveness.

This indeed was, a trusted ally. My uneasiness finally settles until I hear large footsteps, maniacally they draw in closer until they paused at my doorstep not any closer leaving me a blind spot. On cue a flash lighting lights up the atmosphere catching the figure by the door, a creepy shadow of a man displayed on the wall, slender form leaning against the wall.

The silence that finally settles is disrupted, the man with the soft hands is now trembling, pure fear in his orbs despite the glasses.

"How is he?" A mighty voice says, grave and thick with a deep guttural tone. Even The thunder could not compare, so much darkness Behind it.

"T-the young boy has suffered grave injuries to the bones and skull." The men struggled.

"Not what I want to hear" The mighty voice sings darkly, taunting at the situation like a joke. Almost like he's an aware of the fear he brings to one.

"He will recover," the man blurted. "I have already written every prescription for each infection and inflammation."

There was a silence, but I know he still watched the man.

Judging by the way the Dr opens and closes his mouth struggling to swallow the fear and speak at the same time. There must be an expectant look given to him, "A-and I will go get them."

"Bingo" the man chuckled deeply. "How long?"

"Judging by the cianosis around the lips and fingertips He was out for a few days, so his body already underwent the healing process so these should expedite and aid the white blood cells."

The statement bore down on me, a few days? Impossible, I was knocked out last night. "What?" I croaked softly afraid to attract any other attention. The rest of their conversations muffles to me in the background, the pouring rain providing white noise as I stared off into the distance, how long is exactly is a few days?

The dark aura of the room lifts, a flash of lightning confirms it when it beamed to the shadowless door. With the clear of his throat the man returns to me. "Now young boy, I will leave these supplies here for you." he presents me a few strange looking remedies in glass jars, a green pasty like substance. "You will apply it to all of the following open wounds which I have marked for you."

I know not of what he says only following his movement -- I learn better that way.

"Use this for the next few days and I will return to check on the healing process he says." There is now a haste in his movements. "Any questions?"

"How long was I out?" despite all the information I had to soak in, that one lingers in the back of my mind the most,

"Hmmm, judging by dark blue colors of your fingers and they way the fractures of your bones ripple, my guess would be about nine to fourteen days."

Bile rises to my throat as I stare at him in disbelief, I was out for almost two weeks. Just lying on the floor? like some inanimate object, dinner for the rats.

Seeing my shock he huffs, "A rats appetite increases in the weather times, and yet there was not evena bite on you," he winks, soft wet fingers pinching my cheeks. "You are meant to live young man, now rest up and get better, you may not know this right now but I will say it. Somewhere out there, there is someone that awaits your return." With that he winks, gathering his belong. I whimper watching him leave, trying to reach out to him.

I didn't want to be alone, especially not now in the silence and darkness of this little run down home, a moldy scent with rats squeaking nearby, a stinging itch coming from the fuzzy couch itself. Yet I can't move to relieve it, only good Warm outcome, I was placed under a rusty wall rain water drips onto my face gliding down to my lips to quench this unbearable thirst.

None of the ache are measurable to the one in my chest, how can I live with myself knowing I left her all alone for almost two weeks, she was probably scared coming to an empty horizon, the Dr is indeed correct, I must get better and please heal fast.

Someone is indeed awaiting for me to return, and I have been away from her side far too long.