I guess I was in a bed. The first bed in a long time. I could feel the cotton. The sheets in my dried skin. The pillow in my broken neck. I felt like I was in a cloud.
I didn't move even if I wanted to run. I wanted to scream. See who carried me in here.
But I didn't the bed felt to good to leave. My body betrayed me and I stayed there still. Falling asleep again then.
Someone entered. I didn't move but I was frightened. Not of the person but of what they would do to me.
The person came from the shadows. It was a man. He was tall and looked old. Had silver strands of hair.
I felt my heart pounding. The tears in my eyes had dried a long time ago but that didn't mean I couldn't cry. I just stayed there waiting for what he wanted to do to me. Waiting Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
"now no need to be scared" he said smiling and chuckling. But why shouldn't I be scared? This man was the first person I had seen in so long. And probably he could kill me or hurt me. Break me more than I was already.
"Look I won't harm you" He started to talk again hurting my head from the noise "If that is you stay there and listen to me" I wanted to stand up and never see this twisted man. I looked around the room it was still dark only the candle the man had was able to help me see with my dried eyes.
"We will give you food if that's what you need to move that mouth of yours" His patience was wearing thin.
But I didn't say anything or move because. How could I? I hadn't had real food in a long time I couldn't even speak well. I was only able to speak in my thoughts.
Then he left and came back minutes later with food. Real food. not rotten bread. not rain water. but real food.
"here I got you leftover Spaghetti." I stayed there looking at the so called Spaghetti and I tried to move my hand towards it with energy I got from my sleep. I moved the food to my mouth.
It was glorious. Like an angel was hugging me. I kept eating and before I new it I had finished everything.
''Now we can talk." The man said with his fake smile back. "My name is Nick"
He stayed there like waiting for me to tell him mine but I had no idea what a name is. What mine is. But I just move my lips to form some words "What Is a NAme?" I am surprised how I said that.
Nick responds his patience wearing thin once again." It's what you call a person like you call me Nick"a I nodded. "So what's yours?"
He waited.
He finally said."Let's name you Madelyn" He said more of a demand than a question.
I nodded.