[ Disclaimer: Image above aint mine! :P ]

Genre: Mystery(?), General fiction

Date written: 14th October 2021

Edited: Soon (XP)

Also wrote this for a school assessment lmho.

[TO BE PROOF-READ]

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Abandoned. That's what I was. It was who I would always be. It was my heart, my soul, my very being. It might as well have been my name too. From the very beginning, -- at least from what my memory says -- I...Was abandoned. 

My home was also abandoned, just like me. I lived in a weak, old, plank wood hut -- or what was left of a hut -- covered in moss and greens, a few lonely mushrooms dotted around on the low sloped roof. The weather today was dry; grey skies, but no sign of even a slight drop of incoming rain, and yet the wooden walls of my hut were still dank from the  showers a week before. The murky brown planks felt soft to the tips of my fingers, so much so that it almost seemed as though I could push through them and step into the outside world.

But, of course, that would never happen. I was abandoned. I knew nothing of my name, my family,  my real home, my age -- I didn't even know my own face. What did I look like? Was I ugly? Did I have freckles? What were the colour of my eyes?

...Was I even alive?

There was no way of knowing. But, then again, I was able to eat, and I felt hunger and pain. And so I did eat. If I was dead, I wouldn't be able to eat...right?

It was strange, when I ate. I never saw whoever brought me food and water, or if they were even human. What was there to know anyway? I'd just fall asleep, hungry, and then a strange ball with a stick poking out of the top would be by the door when I awoke. And the clay plant pot would be full of water.

The water tasted weird -- It almost had no flavour...But was it supposed to? I couldn't remember, and my brain stung every time I tried to think about it. 

The red ball was crunchy,  and it's texture made my tongue tickle a bit, but it tasted amazing. I'd tried to eat the stick once, and almost choked if it weren't for the water and my instincts kicking in. Thank the heavens for that; I could have died -- 

But...Why was I even afraid of dying...? I had nothing to live for anyway...

I pulled myself into a sitting position, eyes bleary and heavy from sleep. I rubbed at them rather harshly, feeling the skin around them start to flake.

Something about today felt different...

I slapped a my cheeks and stood, brushing a curtain of rough brown hair out of my face. I trudged slowly over to the door -- or what was supposed to be a door -- the soft pit-pat of my feet slithering into my sensitive ears (A/N; Ew, what the donut kind of imagery is that I -- What was I even thinking? XD), and the loud clicks and clanks of my shackle following through, and so I dazedly covered those sensitive holes by the side of my head with a scarred palm for each.

A sudden surge of irk flooded through me as I stared outside, and even I was surprised. I resisted the strong urge to jump out into the wilderness, pushing down the feeling and breathing slowly to calm myself. Fresh air was truly a blessing from the hell I used to live in.

My stomach growled suddenly, and I patted it gently as though to console it, staring miserably out into the green foliage outside. 

It looked so...free.

I glanced down at the metal shackle at my ankle. Why do you have to be here? You never let me go.

Would you even ever let me go...?

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~ You have reached the end of the story. Hope you enjoyed! ~

AN: So, what did you think? Was it good? Was it bad? Was it terrible? Was it okay? Weird? Interesting?

I'm a bit indifferent about this one...Idk how to feel about it -- I did cringe a lot when I read it over though TwT

Anywho, thanks for reading and have a cookie!🍪