No Plagiarism!FcjsxAC7oBYYja35iNhTposted on PＥNAＮＡ  I found a blank notebook amongst grandpa's old records. Nothing special, a black plastic cover with red parallels. What really got me exited was the pagination, every slide got its own date, just like a predifined diary. The pen has made its entries but has never really found the perfection that I desire, it needs reality, not imagenary copies of my interpretation. I've been feeling this strange urge of rebellion inside, the void within has reached its limits of expansion. Grandpa is out scouting for food and has been gone for hours. The clock on the wall keeps ticking. A constant countdown towards death. I can't give in to the depression, got to stay strong to keep Ashley above water. The older she gets, her awareness of this miserable world gets stronger and some day her mind will fail to resist its pressure. She lacks the ability to read, grandpa says it has to do with dyslexia, a syndrome that unables her mind to understand the composition of letters. I don't know if this troubles her but she likes when I read to her, last night I told her the story about the castle in the sky, which she loves. I've been working on a smaller scale model, made of colored cardboard pieces, an attempt to ease her mind and get her a little bit closer to the fantasy. It feels like our paths will never part. Her disability has made her whole existence to evolve around me and that scares me. I need to stay alive to prevent her from falling in the hands of the predator of man, exploiting her as an object. Time is four minuter past eight, he always climbs through the hatch at eight, sharp, he's always very precise with his routines. Even though Ashley never cared to learn how to tell time she's glancing at the metal. 285Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbdpMrhe38I
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"Do you think grandpa is dead?"285Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUbLN12gKo7
She is starring at me with those tired, hollow eyes. 285Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDAYWqKB1e1
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"Of course he's not! He always comes back." 285Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2ZKNkQlh0H
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She turns her head to look at the empty concrete wall with a silent, vacant smile. 285Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWLavfkigMI
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We both sat there for a moment, quiet, not uttering a single word. Her smile persisted as if void was the only thing to her mind. Then we heard the squeeking sound of the hatch, grandpa was home. He climbed the ladder with quick feet, looked at us and reached for his pipe on the desk.285Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdlcFcUacL7
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"Isacc. There is something I need to talk to you about." The words brought seriousness to the room. Had he found out about my recusancy? I approched the table with careful steps.285Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡorgTVxscUB
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"Sit young man." 285Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ47xLRrw1h1
He had never before addressed me in such way.285Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvHfsxeKxR2
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"I,ve been avoiding this moment for too long." He paused.285Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRXyaCbKQLa
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"You are now old enough to come with me on my daily run. My body is slowly breaking down and I need to prepare you for the outer world." My longed for wish had finally come true, I was going outside the box. He reached for his belt, unveiling a small knife, putting it on the table. Before lifting his hand he was seeking my eyes for some kind of fortune.285Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXj0ZV3UxSR
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"This is what I give you for know. Best suited for your oncoming tasks." 285Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAsuvGJh2kw
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The blade was shining in the light of the lamp, this had never been used before. Grandpa had entrusted me with his first real responsibility. The edge of the knife was sharp enough to put a drop of blood on the tip of my finger. I gave Ashley a quick glance of satisfaction but got no response. She was still starring at the wall, possibly unaware of my conversation with grandpa. He noticed my sudden turn of emotions.285Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7TQjSrrm0g
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"Something wrong with the girl? I mean other than usual." 285Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0PKemG8BJR
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He had never been good with these kind of things, he didn't know her like I did and even if he had he would have been incapable of making a difference. I looked at his hands and then quickly turned to his eyes, my fist clenched in spasmic tremble.285Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV58nto6cMr
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"Give it to her!" 285Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdsRDujiWrM
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Grandpa quickly folded my eyes with a black rag that always laid the desk. He picked up the hollow book with syringes inside. He wasn't aware of me discovering its content but I preferred to look away. The transparent liquid inside made my sister twist and turn and I couldn't bare to witness the horrific scene. After a while I could hear how the heavy breathing decreasing in pace, she was out. He unfolded the rag and as always, almost like an instinct, I checked Ashley's pulse, making sure she'd survived the treatment. He looked at me with sad eyes, as if he wanted it to be the last time. 285Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg7DxDg70nQ
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"Come boy. You to will need the rest when we come back."     

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