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Hi, my name is Abigail
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 | ~In the Depths of Despair Love~ .::.2.::. |
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 4.84 with 19 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-03-23 11:51:33 |
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Recap: OF CHAPTER 1:
Abigail hurriedly grabbed a caped-hoodie, and a tattered bag of things she’d need. She opened her latched window and climbed slowly out and stepped out into the moist dirt still wet from the leaked rain drops. When Abigail only reached 5 miles from the hut she already felt exhausted in some dank shelter or beneath dry canebrakes and thorn-covered thickets. Her clothes were torn and dirty, as well as her feet were scarred and blistered with insect bites and she was hungry.
Finally she reached the train station. Even though she had missed the third train she was in time for the fourth. She laboriously walked up inside the train tiredly.
She was going to Tennessee.
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Chapter 2:
Abigail sauntered through the passageway to find an empty seat. Fortunately there weren’t many seats taken, that could explain why. Maybe because it was 1: 11 AM.
Abigail sat in the 8th row, rummaging through her torn bag to find an apple, remembering that she hadn’t had any supper. She gnawed the apple bolting it down her throat until it was just the core.
When she was getting up to head for the restrooms she felt a hand grasping her neck making it unable for her to breathe. She felt a tug making her collapse onto the ground. The anonymous person who grabbed her dragged her by the ear into the restrooms.
“Let go…please…who...” Abigail didn’t get to finish her sentence whereas she was being choked, brutally.
It was about a 35 year old man. “Get hold of her you, idiot!” He yelled to another man at the other end. “Okay!” They both argued, aggressively. Finally they had stopped choking her. “Ahh! Let go! Stop this instant!” Abigail yelled heaving, as she dropped her shredded bag. “You rascals! Stop!” She yelled and shrieked, as she shoved and pushed.
“Shut your hoses!” They bellowed, covering her mouth. By now Abigail figured they were kidnappers. “Never!” Abigail kicked them so firmly she escaped but not for long. She ran to the front of the train but then got wedged again. Abigail doubted why anybody would want to kidnap a poor girl like her.
As they hauled her back and forth to get her. It seemed like they wanted her out of the train. But she came here for her beloved and she wouldn’t let him down, not after a million years.
She’d brawl over a billion kidnappers for him. But she thought again why they were kidnapping her.
But she didn’t get very much time for thinking. She had to fight, joust and kill their moral fiber for Lester.
“Ahh! LET GO!” She yelled so hard she dragged both men and clutched them with her palms and made them collide to the washroom ramparts. But too late the kidnapper’s anger got stronger. “AHH! Charge!!!” The two men yelled like they were in a cluster of armies. They held her in one hand and beat her hard on the back like her former parents did but harder. It must’ve been so hard a smear would’ve blemished there. They threw her off the train at the back, making her swiftly have a collision into the cemented train tracks. She was bleeding as blotches if ruby red blood stains appeared on her bare skin. She whimpered with pain aching throughout her body. She lay there motionlessly, too hurt to get up. I guess she was wrong about brawling through a billion kidnappers for Lester, when she couldn’t even brawl through two.
It was sad but factual. Abigail cried as tears streamed down her broad cheeks. Her eyes filled with more tears of hopeless love malfunction. She failed through for her loved one.
Now she knew why the kidnappers kidnapped a wretched girl like her.
The answer was stated clear for her now. Lester’s parents probably knew that she was going to sneak off so they sent two abnormal, random strangers to keep Abigail away from him. She was guessing they paid them because of their greater wealth.
Abigail cried harder, trembling to reach her hand out in the gloomy, midnight sky and yelling for Lester. Now that she had stolen his heart and locked it away with hers, she couldn’t ever find the key now.
Abigail’s tears were like minuscule hearts pumping the love for her one and only Lester. |
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but good story!
