S.O.S.

Harry's POV

I sat beside her, her long dark hair falling over her face as she leaned against me. Her breathing was heavy as she slept. My arm was around her back, keeping her from falling backwards as we sat at the piano. Her pale hands fell from the keys, still in fists. I sighed, trying not to think about it. Her leg twitched.
"April, I have to go now." I whispered, waving my hand for help. A couple female nurse came over, gently holding her so I could stand. Her head jerked to the side, her eyes flying open as she began to struggle, wrenching her limbs around in their grasp. The piercing blue of her eyes met mine in a frantic attempt to keep me here.
"No!" She screamed, and so began her screaming fest. Other than my name, and 'no', nothing that came from her was determinable. Her small fists pounded on the piano keys. I averted my eyes.
"I'm sorry." I whispered, leaving her to her cries behind in the brick prison. My feet carried me down the white hallways, following the path I had memorized years ago.
"Bye Harry, see you tomorrow." The receptionist smiled at me. I nodded, smiling back. How could she be so happy working in a place like this. I come here for a few hours every day, and even I was feeling the weight of its white lights, white walls, and cold air, on my my shoulders. How could the people who spend their days working with the patients, wandering these halls and administering medication find so much joy in the world? In a sinister building like this, how could people find happiness?

I watched the 'Home for the Hopeful' disappear over the swell of the earth behind me in the rear view mirror. The road in front of me was illuminated by my headlights. I drove along in silence, no cars behind me, or passing. It was just me on a long stretch of highway. My mind ran wild, seeing itself free of those horror filled walls. I began to think back to the events that made April the way she is. Flashes ran by my brain.
-The barbed wire wrapped around her frail body, digging into her pale skin. The evil grins of the men who did it. The sobs that echoed in the abandoned house, the way her eyes looked so desperately at me, begging me to break free and save her.-
My grip tightened on the wheel, jaw straining. I couldn't believe that I let that happen to her.
-The laughs pouring from her as she held my hand, her other dangling out the window. I remember the radio being loud, and her sweet voice singing along with it. Her hair flying around her face, the wind hitting me as well as I smiled and sang with her. Her kisses along my arm, to my neck as she leaned over the consul.-
I pulled into my driveway, shutting the car off. The walls of our house, now more appropriately, my house, covered with fading Polaroid photos of her, me, and us together. I sighed, entering my bedroom, kicking my shoes off. I pulled my shirt over my back, throwing it to the side. I stripped my pants, lying on the bed, crossing my arms behind my head, and staring up at the ceiling.
-The scars all over her body fading as she stared out the window blankly. Her hair thinning and tangling as days passed, the meat on her bones shrinking till just small muscles were all that showed. Her skin paling from lack of sun, it becoming like a thin film barely stretching over her bones. Her face sunk, her cheeks hollowing, the light in here yes dying till nothing remained. She never said anything. Not even a sentence asking for food, or water. Till one day she snapped. her skeletal fist went straight through the window, glass and blood flying everywhere as she screamed. Nothing I could do would calm her down. The neighbors called the police, claiming she had gone insane, which she had.
The sheets beneath me had warmed due to my body heat, but I still felt so cold.
I remember watching her thrash in the arms of the police, her eyes wild with madness, being shoved into the back of the car. She pounded on the windows, her screaming made its way to my ears as I spoke to the officer, telling him how she had degraded, then broken just moments ago.-
The curtains covering the windows fluttered with the breeze. I turned to my side and closed my eyes. Maybe I would get some sleep tonight.

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