Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-33426474-20171223173630/@comment-33773064-20171226042949

I was expecting her to run to me, and angrily lock me in our room and then come up with some 'punishment'. That's what would have happened if I had acted out in any other way.

She instead stared at me. She dropped the spear she was carrying. But I wasn't fully paying attention. This was my chance. I began to slide down the rope I had slung out the window. But then I heard something.

"Wait," she cried, but it did not sound like a command, more like a plea. I mere few feet down, I pulled myself back up. When I reached the top, she pulled me inside. But instead of hurting me. She pulled me into a tight hug.

"Why?" She half-whispered. I was speechless. I had never seen her gentle, or even so exposed in any way. We stood there for a few seconds. Then I opened my mouth, and told her everything she had done.

her expression grew even worse. "I'm a horrible person," she whispered, "I've lived with you for a year and never noticed you were unhappy." She lets go of me and shakes her head. She seems to be thinking hard. "W-well, I can try to change, what can I do?" She looked at me hopefully.

"You can let me leave sometimes. I haven't left this room in a year, try to cook sometimes. And you can't do anything with me and your friends like what you did before."

She nods. Then pulls me into another hug, this one tighter. Hopefully, now, things will change.