Stay Strong, Never Surrender

The forced diary.

Blinded by the orange, red and gold flames dancing in front of my eyes, I become unconscious but I know one thing....

They found me.

"She must know! If you don't get anything from her, I will personally come and rip that badge away from you, so I suggest you better get something by tommorow general"

Their voices were a sign to show that I was alive. My body numb with the shock. As I feel my surrondings I find myself lying on a cold concrete floor. I try to pick myself up, but my body, too weary to listen to my commands, forces me to stay in the same position. I try to cry for help, but only a wisp of a whisper comes instead. My eyes fail to let me see the world once again, so I stay in the darkness, the everlasting darkness, which always seems to surround me. As I almost give up on life itself, I hear sharp footsteps approaching. The next thing I know a bright light is seeping through my closed eyelids, and I am being picked from the ground and carried onto a hard chair. I gasp as cold water is splashed onto my face; the little droplets escaping onto my body, making me shiver all over. My body awakens and I am suddenly very aware of my surroundings. A large man who holds himself in high authority send piercing death looks upoun my soul.

"Eat! Once you are full, drink, however much that frail body of your can, because I can assure you that you will not be getting much more." The way his eyes have turned a rich, dark brown I can tell he's telling the truth.

I stare at a little table laid out before me. Soup and bread. Mum always said, if you have nothing else and life itself seems to fail you, make a soup and bread and keep warm hearted, the bad days will be over soon. My eyes start to water at the thought of mum. I stay tough and battle my internal desires to grab the bowl and stuff myself like an animal. I remain strengthened by the aggrivated look the man shoots to me.

"You can't starve yourself; if you do i will personly force the food into that throat of yours. We are not letting you go, so you might as well give up the act." He says with determination.

Stay strong, never surrender. The mantra I always repeat when I feel weak and tired, it has always helped me to keep going, but its magic see it's magic seems to have stopped working.

"Fine, suit yourself." He grunts. "GUARDS! take the food away. And you-" he points his finger accusingly at me. "You can start answering some questions."

I dont understand why he can't just let me be and let me die or kill me with a bullet. I guess thats the easy way out.

"Alright, tell me what you know about Jasper Clarkson?"

Jasper. He was a person I swore to forget, that vile, ingnorat, idiotic beast of a person.
"Miss, I will repeat the question and you will answer. Now, what do you know about Jasper Clarkson?"

He seems to have come quite close to my face and entered my personal space, but I hold my breath from pointing this out. Then like lightning after the calm waves, his filthy, rough palm strike my pale fragile cheeks leaving a red mark of embarressement. I bet he wanted to do that from the start, but as I smirk even though I can feel the tears prickle towards the surface, he does not look content anymore.

"Speak woman! I swear, I will not stop until you utter something out of those lips of yours."

I cant fight the urge anymore.

"Go rot in hell" I spit in his face.

I thought I should mentally prepare for another beating, but he suprisednme with his reaction. He looks relieved, maybe he was the first one to make me speak, but I was never one to silentlt watch.
I decided I didn't like hia reaction as he starts to laugh; pulling my chair closer to him, so that I can see various bits of food wedged inbetween his teeth.

"I thought it was going to be harder for you to open up, your easier than I thought. Now tell me, what do you know about Jasper Clarkson?"

I can feel myself starting to break. I'm giving in. I'm tired of protecting a person who I detest so much. Why should I care if he dies a miserable death... Because I love him.... ?No. Not anymore.

"I can't tell you, but I can write it down."

He raises up an eyebrow, I want to glare so badly but I force the word which I hate so much as it shows weakness, and i've learned never to be weak.

"Please?" I mumble.

So here I am, writing it, telling you who Jasper Clarkson is....