Piano Keys
Prologue
A/N: The whole story won't be in journal form.
Dear journal, Today is day three. I feel like a dog trapped in a cage awaiting the shot that kills him; like a mental patient trapped in asylum. The fear I feel is unbearable.
Today they moved me into a new cell. I was thrown into a cell of the same size but the only difference of this cell is I had two blankets. I threw my sick self under both blankets, desperately trying to stay warm as my feverish body shook. I soon saw another difference of this cell; upon looking at the ground I noticed splatters of not paint, but blood. It was everywhere. I soon learned that this cell was a holding cell.
I was then dragged out of the cell and into a room fairly larger with two chains hanging in the middle of the room. Blood dripped to the ground, my heartbeat quickened; I would not let them do this to me. I fought them but I was no match for their strength. They beat me to get information I knew nothing of.
Then I was dragged back to a cell, but again a different one. I don't remember much of this though because the beating I had just received. A blurry face blocked my last glimpse of light, and then I was out.
When I awoke, I saw that I was sharing a cell with another person. He had a curly mess of hair that reached his shoulders. He wore a ripped white tank top stained with what I can only guess is old blood. Bruises and tattoos littered his arms. He was scary, to be frank. His name was Harry.
Sincerely,
Cali
Dear journal, Today is day three. I feel like a dog trapped in a cage awaiting the shot that kills him; like a mental patient trapped in asylum. The fear I feel is unbearable.
Today they moved me into a new cell. I was thrown into a cell of the same size but the only difference of this cell is I had two blankets. I threw my sick self under both blankets, desperately trying to stay warm as my feverish body shook. I soon saw another difference of this cell; upon looking at the ground I noticed splatters of not paint, but blood. It was everywhere. I soon learned that this cell was a holding cell.
I was then dragged out of the cell and into a room fairly larger with two chains hanging in the middle of the room. Blood dripped to the ground, my heartbeat quickened; I would not let them do this to me. I fought them but I was no match for their strength. They beat me to get information I knew nothing of.
Then I was dragged back to a cell, but again a different one. I don't remember much of this though because the beating I had just received. A blurry face blocked my last glimpse of light, and then I was out.
When I awoke, I saw that I was sharing a cell with another person. He had a curly mess of hair that reached his shoulders. He wore a ripped white tank top stained with what I can only guess is old blood. Bruises and tattoos littered his arms. He was scary, to be frank. His name was Harry.
Sincerely,
Cali
