Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Perfectly Broken ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2

 

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I spent part of the night reviewing everything that I could so I would do well on the test tomorrow. J made certain to punish me if I didn't get a perfect score. After compiling everything I could think of, I let myself go to bed. I have an old cot that has some broken springs in it for a bed, but as long as I don't move too much I hardly notice them. My bed is comfortable enough for me and it beats any metal table J has strapped me to when he needs me.

 

 

The nightmares came as they always have. Images of J ripping me apart with his claw and using me again and again, even in my sleep I suffer. I can't ever escape him and I'm probably going to die here as well. It doesn't matter anyway. The only time I have ever been out of these walls was for combat training and that was a while ago. J only trained me because he needed someone to do his dirty work and it was more, convient for him to use someone smaller than himself. Before I know it, it's already morning and I have to get breakfast ready.

 

 

J makes me cook for him and myself, but he gets more than I do. It is because he is older than me that he always gets to eat first, and takes seconds if he wants them. Whatever is left in the pot at the end of his meal, I get to eat. I break some eggs in a frying pan and stir them until they are fluffy the way he likes them. I would rather have them with the yolk in the center, surrounded by the whites, like the sun is surrounded by the clouds. Here I am cooking and I'm thinking about being outside? If J could read minds I think he would have killed me by now. If not for the odd thoughts that come up in my head, then the thoughts that wish everyday that J will get tired of me and just kill me or that one day I can finally be free. I don't I'm wrong to think that, but J would probably think otherwise.

 

 

I set the table after I put the pan off to the side and poured him a glass of grape juice. Piling the eggs on his plate in a moderate portion, I wonder where he is. J usually got up before me and was already at work and then came in when I was still at the stove cooking. I covered the rest of the eggs and debated on sneeking some eggs before he came in so I wouldn't be so hungry, but thought better of it. I would rather risk hunger than a beating in the early morning. The rest of the day would be filled with studies and training and if J beat me this early I doubted I would be up to going in the stress chamber, my muscles grew tense just thinking about it.

 

 

However, I knew I had better see where J was since he was late to breakfast and that broke his own set of rules. I wandered down the corridor to his room and knocked gently on the hard surface before me. No answer. I knocked again, louder this time and still nothing came. I gathered up my courage and tried the door knob. It was open. Slowly, I opened the door inch by inch and saw that the bed was unmade. Opening the door further, I saw a figure on the floor unmoving and it appeared not to be breathing either.

 

 

I stepped further into the room and approached the being, taking in some shaky breaths, I steeled myself and crouched next to the figure and turned him over. It was J, eyes wide open and jaw slack, but I could see the blood seeping from his mouth. I lowered my ear to his mouth, but couldn't feel any breath coming from his lips. Laying him flat on the floor, I placed my ear on his chest and listened, but I couldn't feel or hear a heartbeat present. Everything about him was silent, he was dead.

 

 

J was dead. I could be free now, I wouldn't have to be used or hungry or even stay here. I could leave this horrible place. I looked back down at his body, and now it was just a body, an empty shell to be disposed of and buried. Well, first things first. I should probably bury him before he starts to stink, grabbing him underneath the arms I began to drag him to the door that would lead to the outside. Outside. I haven't been outside for a very long time and just thinking about it made me hurry a little bit faster.

 

 

I was at the door before I even realized it and hurried to open the locks, something I had never done before. Of course, I knew how to open locks, I just never had been the one to open these locks. J had always done that and now I was going to bury him. Oh, I probably should get a shovel then. I left J by the door and went to the storage closet by the lab entrance and grabbed a shovel and a hoe to help me dig up the grass, then went back to where I left J.

 

 

The sunlight flooded in the room with the door open and I took a moment to marvel at it. The sunlight made my eyes hurt, but I didn't care. J had always kept the windows nailed shut and put black painted boards across them so none of the light would get in. It amazed me, that something like seeing the sun again could make me feel so peaceful. Gathering J up once more, I dragged him over to a tree line in the back of the house, where the dirt of the forest met the green grass and I started to dig.

 

 

The dirt smelled rich and musky as I shoveled through it again and again until I thought it was deep enough. I hopped out and shoved J in. Pushing the dirt on top of him took even less time and soon J was completely buried. A sigh escaped my lips and let myself fall backwards onto the grass and let a pain filled laugh escape me. Painfilled because I didn't realize how sore I was going to be today after what J had done to me yesterday. I laughed a little bit more then got up, shook the dirt off myself, picked up the tools and headed back to the house to enjoy my breakfast.

 

 

Placing the tools back where they belonged, I couldn't help but feel a bit giddy at the fact that I was all by myself. There wouldn't be any more training, no one was here to take me and make me feel worhtless, I wouldn't have to study for hours on end, and no one knew I was here. The last one really struck an nerve. No one knew I was here. The people in the town down the road from us knew J lived here, but they didn't know about me. How was I supposed to get the supplies then? Unless I could hack J's computer and send in the orders like he used to, and have someone deliver them, I would starve. Hacking was my best option, and that would work. I would have to do that.

 

 

Washing the dirt off my hands with warm water was definitely felt better than washing with only cold. I sat down where J would have sat and ate for the first time ever an entire plate of eggs and washed them down with the grape juice. My stomach felt like it was going to explode, but also I felt sated. I felt full and content for the first time ever since I had been brought to this house. This place was the source of my bad memories, but also it was now my safe haven.

 

 

The outside world, J once told me, was a scary place. I wanted to explore the outside world, but I also didn't want to chance being carried off by someone else. I didn't want to be used as a perfect solider as J had. I just wanted to be me. As I cleaned up the dishes and put them away I began to make plans of how to get the boards off the windows. Maybe my answer would just drop in my lap.

 

 

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TBC...

 

 

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