TAKEN: From a Prisoner to a star

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Life is really, really difficult. And despite having things like handmade quilts, Netflix, and oceans, it can be full of tragedy, sadness, and darkness. This doesn't mean the darkness wins, or even that it's more important, it means that we aren't alone in our determination to feel better and live happily. We all make mistakes, we all stumble around like nervous idiots and we definitely all get down now and again.
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You are not useless. You are not hopeless. And no matter how scared you are, you will never be alone. And deep down, somewhere, in the part of you that decided the good days and your happiness and your health were all worth fighting for, you know that, too. Hold onto that knowledge...

Solange POV

I stood outside the packed hospital room clutching my new book in my hands tight, I wasn't worried about scrunching the paper or bending the book as I stared down the white hall. Doctors and Nurses rushed as visitors came and went slowly while patients who had probably been sitting far too long finally decided to get up and go for a walk. I turned around and looked through the window in the white room door to See Her crying with my parents either side of her and the Officers and the end of the bed. Why was she the one crying? She's the one who messed this all up, she's the reason everything went wrong. I hate her. I tucked some of the hair that had escaped from my pony tail behind my ear and sniffed, the smell of the hospital making my nose run. When she was at home we were so close, she was my best friend, but then she was gone and I hated her. How could she do that to me? How could she leave me alone with no one to talk to and no one to confide in. That's why I stopped talking, not one person was worth talking to because they weren't her but then mom and dad were arguing so much and he left and they were broken, that's all her fault. If she hadn't gone out that night and got herself kidnapped then that wouldn't have happened! I wouldn't be alone.

Everything was about her from the moment she was gone, they can pretend they cared about me but they didn't. She controlled their every thought and move, so I had no competition with her when she was there but as soon as she was gone I might as well have been gone as well.

That is why I can't stand her, I don't want her back because it's all going to be about her again and I will be thrown away AGAIN, I just want her to leave and never come back because if she's gone for long enough then maybe they'll forget about her and move on. Maybe they'll fix their relationship and I know I've probably contradicted myself a thousand times and I don't make any sense but It's true. She is Evil, what good person ruins their family?

I looked through the window once again and hissed slightly as the sun glared through the room and right into my eye then looked at Her. She smiled up at mom with wide eyes, the same wide eyes she had when Dad got her first audition for a record company. She then grinned harder, her white teeth making her smile sparkle that same sparkle they always had. The dimple on her cheek popped out, it did that often when she was thinking hard about something. Then mom leaned down and hugged her, a hug I don't recall ever getting from her. Then again I've never been missing. I've never had her miss me so much that this particular hug was necessary but I almost wish I had. Dad on the other hand didn't look so impressed, his eyebrows pulled themselves close together and he rolled his eyes in annoyance before nodding at the police officers and walking around them toward me slowly. I smiled at him but he didn't smile back, he never did any more. I moved away from the door stepping backwards and he pushed it open using one hand and looked down at me confused,

"Why aren't you In their talking to your sister?" He asked, I could answer and Say that I didn't want to be too close to Satan or She Isn't my sister but that would probably cause and argument I don't want to start. And I don't want to talk to him, he never seemed interested in talking before so why now and I've never been a daddy's girl like Beyoncé, I just tolerated the man. I turned my head away from him and took a few steps to the chairs outside of her room and sat down on them. They were covered in some Blue fabric and were not very comfortable but they were better than standing up. "Solange, your going to talk at some point" He sighed and began walking down the hall toward the elevators probably to leave. Talk? I didn't need to, why would I? I wanted to be a dancer now, not that they noticed, but dancing doesn't involve talking. I also found some turntables at a friends house and found myself enjoying them, so maybe DJ-ing is something I could do. I was thinking instead of watching him because by the time I was done and looked down the Hall he was gone, probably to get a drink. Just as he was gone the two officers in the room came out and smiled down at me,