Fate

38: Prisoner Of The Mind (p.1)

A singular tear rolls down my forlorn face. My hand swoops up to catch it from running into my mouth; the saltiness would only boost my thirst. As I lift the speck of liquid to where my vision should meet it, only darkness greets me.

"Why do you keep me here?" I break the thick lump in my throat, my words come out in a frustrated sob, "Why must you lock me up?" My voice breaks with pressure, the singular tear bursting and cascading down my face in a waterfall of emotion. Sobs wrack through my body, i fall onto my hands and scream, repeating the same word; why?

"Because you're mine." He laughs. He fucking laughs. The screams that scramble through my lips, tearing at the air and everything in it, continue with further emotion and pain and worry.

"I'm never yours! I'll never be yours, you sick, delusional mutt!" Saliva splutters from my mouth, an explosion of emotion and carelessness. I shake like a damn dog, barking at some creature, instead I am shouting, full of curse and rage. 

"You'll always be mine." I can't even break his fucking wall, this isn't real! None of this shit is fucking real! You're lying to me. You've always lied to me.

"I wish you'd have let me die." I mutter, my voice is quiet, but my tone is ferocious. Full of bitterness and pure, fiery rage. My words are true; if I had died, none of this bullshit would have happened. I'd be at peace. I wouldn't have worries, nor regrets. Because I'd be free as the fucking wind. No one would try to capture me for in death, life is endless.

Since being in this world, I have known nothing but fear.

I've been living on borrowed time, haven't I? Soon or later, he was bound to capture me. I was always bound to end up within his grasp again. I never really rose to the reality of the fact; I was always destined to be his.

If not by fate, it was to be by force.

I'm still just a weak, little girl. Trying to disguise my darkness under my fierce, fiery anger. But really my darkness is only bitter and blue. I deserve some peace! I deserve peace befitting my extraordinary, tireless efforts to find meaning in this life. How long can I leave on hunks of stale bread and the occasional sip of water? The winter in this cave-like room are long and cold. This...sustenance won't provide the heat my body so dearly longs for.  It has been an unforgivable amount of time since I felt the bubbling, mellow feeling of warmth. 

Peace is so close.

But so far.

"The truth is, Alpha." I spit, "I am not yours. I have told an unbelievable amount of people, believe me you! But none of you can get your god-awful heads from your asses. You're just too oblivious for your own damn good. I'm not yours. When? Oh when, pray tell! When will you get that simple, easy fact into your ugly, pig-headed brain?" 

He doesn't reply as fast as I would assume. Normally, his fire-anger gets the better of him and within a flash his hand is around my throat and he is muttering words of wrath and hell into my ear. But now; all remains quiet. 

Until it is broken.

"Now, dearest, you've been in a very serious accident. You had a fatal breakdown, honey, you need to rest. I'll be here with you, so there's no need to panic." 

Oh.

Panic, I do. 

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"Do it now!" 

I haven't heard this sound before. It is like the metal plate, scraping along the ground, colliding with the occasional crumble of stone and causing an almighty shriek of hard materials clashing. But now, it is as if that sound has been multiplied again and again, it is much louder. It echoes into my chamber, and out into the corridors. In response to the overbearing roar, another sound appears.