Hey, My name is Rye Alter
Today I'm going to tell you a story about a
mysterious, unfortunate and unforgettable Event
that came upon me. I'll be Warning you now but...
This is not something to take lightly.
THE BOY AND THE WOODEN BOX
CHAPTER 4
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Recap : "But I don't remember you. Or anything! All I know is that my name is Rye!"
I shed in tears, I then tried covering my face when he grabbed ahold of my hand.
"That's alright, You will realize soon enough!"
He smiled.
"What do you mean by that?"
I asked.
"You will see."
He then smiled once again.
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I then smiled back.
"I forgot to ask."
I stood up.
"What is your name?"
He then closed his eyes and made a cheeky smile.
"Well?"
I awaited my response.
"That you have to figure out on your own!"
He then violently opened his eyes as blood came rushing down his now red eyes.
I jumped in fear.
"A-are you o-okay?"
I stuttered while slowly backing away.
"Well Well Well What do we have here."
My jaw then dropped wide open my ears ready to peal itself.
I knew that voice anywhere.
"O-Oɀ?"
"Hmmmm"
My eyes then flew wide open.
"What do you want from me?"
I cried.
My nightmares only beginning and my past still forgotten memories.
I took a minute to process everything.
I then realized something very important...
What if Oɀ wanted to be my friend?
Or even deeper what if we were already friends?
YOU ARE READING
The Boy and the Wooden Box
FantasyA Boy named Rye Alter, Wakes up to only realize he forgot his past memories and is lost in an abandoned room with only a wooden box to keep him company. That is just how much company?
