Tortured...Together

All they do is break

Okay my peeps, I've been busy lately. I've got school and the Writer Games and everything and uh...yeah. SO i hope you like the new chapter and again, sorry it took so long! You guys deserve free cookies! (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) (::) I know this isn't a good excuse, i mean 4 months is really unfair to my small amount of readers...

P.s dont forget i changed the character lists

P.P.S i haven't dedicated a chapter to anyone yet besides the first one to @Daninikki (FAN HER!) for making the new cover SO i decided to dedicate it to my sista.

OKAY NOW ENJOY! 

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Chloe's P.O.V..-

I had been staring at the ceiling for a long while now. James had fallen asleep quickly after we calmed down from our laugh attack which was good. He needed rest but I still couldn't fall asleep. Half because James' chest couldn't be my pillow and the other half because I couldn't stop my mind from thinking.

I was so angry and upset with myself. Here we are captured and we are  

beginning to treat this place like it's a home. We weren't trying to get out or anything we were just waiting for anything to happen to us. Heck, we were actually sleeping in a cell that was in the middle of a torture facility in what is probably the middle of nowhere! I grabbed my pillow, silently got up from the bed, and crept out into the living room. I sat on the couch, buried my face into the pillow, and just screamed. I hadn't screamed since we got here and it felt nice to just let it out. I screamed until I couldn't even hear myself anymore.

I slumped back to the bed and sat on it, the mattress creaking under my weight. I laid back and put the pillow back under my head. I stared at the ceiling and tried to make pictures out of the cement until I fell into a much needed sleep.

I saw grass. It actually felt good to see grass after being indoors for so long. I crouched down and ran my hand through it. It felt soft but I knew it wasn't real.

"Clo!" I heard from behind me. I turned around to see James holding a little girl in his arms. She appeared to be about 4 or 5 and she had dark brown hair and blue eyes and she looked like me for some reason.

She jumped out of James' arms and ran up to me and I couldn't resist the urge to smile. She grabbed onto my leg.

"Mommy!" She squealed. Wait what? She waved her tiny arms into the air as if she wanted me to pick her up, so I did. She twirled a lock of my wavy hair in her hands and giggled.

James walked up to me and gave me a kiss, then wrapped an arm around my shoulder. It was almost peaceful. The shining Sun, the meadow, my...daughter. It just didn't feel right.

"Maybe thats because it isn't." The little girl hissed. My eyes widened as she started to fade away from my arms.

"Wait!" I begged trying to keep her here with me. All I grasped was air. I felt tears prick at my eyes. I didn't even know the girls name yet I felt like I wanted her to be with me forever.

When I turned to look at James, his face had become bruised and bloody, cuts covering his body. I felt like I was going insane... which I probably was.

"Whaa..." I whispered as he suddenly fell onto the ground and he too, faded away. The grass around me starting to wilt and turn brown. The Sun seemed like it was powered by a switch, for the sky had suddenly turned pitch black. I looked down at my arms to see them being covered in cuts... that didn't hurt. I watched as they appeared over my entire body like somebody was drawing them onto my skin. Then my hands just began to fade away like the artist decided that they were a mistake. I watched in horror as the rest of my body faded away and then I was left in a dreamless state.