Break Me Darling~~~ (Book 1)
I’ve been locked up for 264 days.
I have nothing but a small notebook and a broken pen and
the numbers in my head to keep me company. 1 window. 4
walls. 144 square feet of space. 26 letters in an alphabet I
haven’t spoken in 264 days of isolation.
6,336 hours since I’ve touched another human being.
“You’re getting a cellmate roommate they said to me.
“We hope you rot to death in this place For good behavior,” they said to me.
“Another psycho just like you No more isolation,” they said
to me.
They are the minions of The Reestablishment. The initiative
that was supposed to help our dying society. The same people
who pulled me out of my parents’ home and locked me in an
asylum for something outside of my control. No one cares that
I didn’t know what I was capable of. That I didn’t know what I
was doing.
I have no idea where I am.
I only know that I was transported by someone in a white
van who drove 6 hours and 37 minutes to get me here. I know
I was handcuffed to my seat. I know I was strapped to my
chair. I know my parents never bothered to say good-bye. I
know I didn’t cry as I was taken away.
I know the sky falls down every day.
The sun drops into the ocean and splashes browns and reds
and yellows and oranges into the world outside my window. A
million leaves from a hundred different branches dip in the
wind, fluttering with the false promise of flight. The gust
catches their withered wings only to force them downward,
forgotten, left to be trampled by the soldiers stationed just
below.
There aren’t as many trees as there were before, is what the
scientists say. They say our world used to be green. Our clouds used to be white. Our sun was always the right kind of light......
But I have very faint memories of that world. I don’t
remember much from before. The only existence I know now
is the one I was given. An echo of what used to be.
I press my palm to the small pane of glass and feel the cold
clasp my hand in a familiar embrace. We are both alone, both
existing as the absence of something else.
I grab my nearly useless pen with the very little ink I’ve
learned to ration each day and stare at it. Change my mind.
Abandon the effort it takes to write things down. Having a
cellmate might be okay. Talking to a real human being might
make things easier. I practice using my voice, shaping my lips
around the familiar words unfamiliar to my mouth. I practice
all day.......
I’m surprised I remember how to speak.
I roll my little notebook into a ball I shove into the wall. I sit
up on the cloth-covered springs I’m forced to sleep on. I wait.
I rock back and forth and wait.
I wait too long and fall asleep.......
My eyes open to 2 eyes 2 lips 2 ears 2 eyebrows.
I stifle my scream my urgency to run the crippling horror
gripping my limbs.
“You’re a b-b-b-b—”
“And you’re a girl.” He cocks an eyebrow. He leans away
from my face. He grins but he’s not smiling and I want to cry,
my eyes desperate, terrified, darting toward the door I’d tried
to open so many times I’d lost count. They locked me up with
a boy. A boy.
Dear God.
They’re trying to kill me.
They’ve done it on purpose.
To torture me, to torment me, to keep me from sleeping
through the night ever again.
His arms are tatted up, half
sleeves to his elbows. His eyebrow is missing a ring theymust’ve confiscated. Dark blue eyes dark brown hair sharp
jawline strong lean frame. Gorgeous Dangerous. Terrifying.
Horrible.
He laughs and I fall off my bed and scuttle into the corner.
He sizes up the meager pillow on the spare bed they shoved
into the empty space this morning, the skimpy mattress and
threadbare blanket hardly big enough to support his upper half.
He glances at my bed. Glances at his bed.
Shoves them both together with one hand. Uses his foot to
push the two metal frames to his side of the room. Stretches
out across the two mattresses, grabbing my pillow to fluff up
under his neck. I’ve begun to shake.
I bite my lip and try to bury myself in the dark corner.
He’s stolen my bed my blanket my pillow.
I have nothing but the floor.
I will have nothing but the floor.
I will never fight back because I’m too petrified......too
paralyzed....too paranoid.
“So you’re—what? Insane? Is that why you’re here?”
I’m not insane.
He props himself up enough to see my face. He laughs
again. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
I want to believe him I don’t believe him.
“What’s your name?” he asks.
None of your business. What’s your name?
I hear his irritated exhalation of breath. I hear him turn over
on the bed that used to be half mine. I stay awake all night. My
knees curled up to my chin, my arms wrapped tight around my
small frame, my long brown hair the only curtain between us.
I will not sleep.
I cannot sleep.
I cannot hear those screams again.
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