• PREVIOUSLY... END OF I WAS BETRAYED (I) --- LAST PARAGRAPH: "I'll never forget him and the cruel life he gave me. In a way I feel sorry for him, he was unable to stick it out for himself, he blamed another. I do not know if he ever faced justice, and If he did, I wouldn't have been released anyway."

    I Was Betrayed (II)


    Do you remember that ballpoint pen and parchment I found outside the old council house? I should have thought about where it came from. Turns out they previously belonged to a journalist who got lost and disappeared. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to follow his tracks back to civilization 'cuz of that terrible rain that started almost three weeks ago! Stupid weather! For an entire three weeks I've been stuck in this stone cold council house unable to get food, or anything to get warmth from. Nobody should suffer the hardships I've had to endure. There is a sort of bright side to the begining though. I do hope that journalist survived in these parts of town. As the locals would say "ain't a pretty sight down b'y th're"

    The rain is now over and I'm free to go for a walk. Hello? What's this? A fresh beef burger in a box thrown in the bin?! How convienient!
    I ate the burger, it wasn't exactly "Jamie Oliver standard" but it was good enough for me. I walked around a little and saw a footpath.
    I followed a footpath and I ended up near a railway. There was an old man stood on the platform reading a newspaper. He stared at me for a moment and whispered, "Is that what kids are wearing today? 'Tis shamefull."
    I was still wearing the clothes I left the prision in, by now they were as filthy as old rags.
    "Excuse me," I said, "But, do you happen to know where this is?"
    "Of course I do!" The old man said.
    He told me where I was and thanked him. I happened to know the area I was in. It was the same street as where all the trouble began.
    The old man gave me some money and told me to buy some decent clothing, so I thanked him once again, then I left.

    I instinctively remember a clothing shop for girls on the opposite side of the street, but walking straight in there wasn't an option.
    I was an outcast, easily recognized. I could remember when I was all over the news: "Theif steals gold and says she's innocent"
    One false move and I'd be back in jail all over again.

    Like this story so far? wait 'till I write the next part of the story in
    I Was Betrayed III.

    The End
    (Or is it?)