I sat, lying on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. My breakfast/ lunch had been a price of bread and a small cup of water. With it came the clothes I had when I was first captured.
After changing back into my black tanktop and jean shorts, I continued to stare at the ceiling.
I was feeling terrible.
Arthur, who had shown me some kindness and protected me.
Arthur, who I had read Harry Potter with.
Arthur, who I had sort of considered a friend.
Arthur, who had been my first kiss.
But above all:
Arthur, who now hated me.
I couldn't think of anyway to make it up to him. I didn't even know when I would be seeing him.
I sighed, a tear running down my cheek.
Days went by, and I was getting thinner. I now had a hour glass figure due to the fact my waist was getting so small.
I hadn't see Arthur.
And I was feeling terrible.
If sadness could kill you, I'd be on the brink of death.
I got up, pacing around the room and thinking about the best way to apologize.
Suddenly, an ear splitting explosion echoed through the boat.
I was tossed down to the ground.
"Arthur!", I shrieked.
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FanfictionMari thinks nothing could be worse than a three week long vacation on a cruise ship with her dysfunctional family. But then, the ship gets high jacked by some modern day pirates who look, and act, as though they belong back in the times of Kings and...
