《Sam's memories》14 Listen
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Stepping away from all the horrors I see.
I suddenly hit a wall.
I can no longer step back.
That's when I suddenly hear it.
Hear their screams of pain and anguish.
I could even hear the burning knights shouts.
Quivering down and unconsciously my hands moved to cover my ear.
Yet i can still hear his screams.
His plead to stop all of this.
His shouts towards me to run.
His screams of mercy.
Until all I hear is his sobs
Looking up I was no longer in the corner of the village and I was in the middle of all the chaos.
Sitting on top of a small mound.
Looking back, there was a hole on where I was before.
Demon Joe just smiled and said.
"Hello there. It's good to have you join us here Dearie. Why don't you have something to eat?"
As he pointed out to the villagers in the cage.
The villagers in the cage where oddly quiet but after a glance a can't force myself to look back.
They where quiet because they where eating something.
No. Not something. They where eating someone.
Noticing my reaction.
Demon joe swung his wand.
A unbearable force acted upon me.
Turning my head towards the cage.
And seeing someone close to me.
Someone who was family.
I could help but whimper in sadness and tears rolled off at what I saw.
No matter what I do. It seems I can't look away.
There alongside the villagers was my brother mark.
The worse of it was what they where eating.
Her long silver hair now clotted with blood.
Her vivid green eyes, Now hollow.
Her usually cheerfull visage now sickly pale.
By then I could help but full on cry my heart out in pain.
As Demon Joe suddenly slapped me feeling annoyed of my tears.
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My own cheeks burning from the impact.
He brought his wand down near me and said.
"What a lovely lady did you know she went back to look for her lovely daughter and met her demise. Do you want to hear her last words?."
He smiled wickedly swing Sam breakdown.
She could not nod nor plead no as she try to stiffle her cry and whimpers.
But hearing her own mothers last words broke her heart.
Sam could clearly hear her mom's voice saying.
"Its all your fault. If you just listened. He wouldn't die. If you just listened. non of this would had happened. Why didn't you just listened?"
Joe could help but howl in laughter at the seen unfolding in front of him.
Feeling the force around Sam weakened.
She slowly forced herself to crawl towards the cage.
Slowly Joe can vividly see the little girl slowly breaking along the way.
Looking at her mom Sam shouted and even pleaded.
"Ill listen mom, please wake up." she pleaded.
"Mom just wake up please. ill do what I am told to do."
"Please Mom just don't leave us. I promise I'll listen."
As sam crawled close enough to see her.
"Please wake up. I promise to listen. Just wake up."
There she was laying unmoving, her lifeless eyes staring at sam.
She heard a crack and everything started to fade out.
Yet she still pleaded.
"I promise I'll listen."
"Wake up Ill listen."
Like a broken record repeating the same two sentences.
"I promise I'll listen. Just wake up."
Just as before she blacked out, she hears her mothers last whisper saying.
"It's too late. You should have died."
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