Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25458443-20141116115122

I wrote a while back. It was deleted. I threw a hissy-fit YADDA YADDA YADDA

"Ioanna wasn't that cruel.

She would never bind me down, or rope me onto a chair. Instead, she locked me in my storage room. I could hear her voice echoing in the room still.

"Goodbye Taylor, I'll be out for a while!" She had said.

There was so much hate in her words when she said it too, the words weren't even overshadowed by the large tremors being opened up by whatever was happening.

It was clear we were in some kind of war. But no bombs ever hit near enough to kill me. I don't even know if any bombs hit at all. Maybe there was just an earthquake, that lasted days. After all they can.

...I don't know.

By now, it all stopped. I can still hear the sound of large bodies dropping on the roof above me, and the ever present sound of a low rumble, and those cold words,

"Goodbye Taylor, I'll be out for a while!" They were still echoing off the walls. It felt almost painful to hear them.

But the sound of tremors opening up just to the side of the walls is gone. And now I only occasionally hear screams. I still have food to eat. Provisions are at half, And I'm running out of space for the empty cans.

"Goodbye Taylor, I'll be out for a while!"

I thought I saw footsteps through the door crack a minute ago.

"Goodbye Taylor, I'll be out for a while!"

I also thought I saw a rat in the room. A white one, with blue eyes.

"Goodbye Taylor, I'll be out for a while!"

These words sound more real. Not as if they were more than an echo.

"Goodbye Taylor." The door reopened. Just by a crack. I walked out and saw the kitchen completely unscathed. There was a sack of food with a note on it by the table. I didn't bother reading the note. Another thump on the roof startled me and I dropped the pomegranate I had been trying to eat.

I picked it up and felt a cold chill go down my spine. The door behind me slammed shut and I felt a sudden absence in my hand. The pomegranate was missing and I burst up from the ground. I clenched my fists.

Why did I have to wake up?

I was having such a great dream about this mess being over.

I grabbed the top of the can lid next to me and considered slicing my wrists. It would kill me quickly, sure...

No. The veins in you elbows, and your ankles are thicker than the veins in your wrists. "

This is my first update since the deletion. I changed quite a bit. 