The Heart's Melody (TwoSetViolin)

t w e n t y - n i n e : blood

c l a u d e t t e

It's been two horrible weeks since I've been here. It was the most painful experience of my life. The only thing that has entered my stomach for the past weeks was a small loaf of bread and a glass of water. The violence in here was also overwhelming me. Two days ago, a man had been killed in front of me.

"No, please! I didn't do anything, I don't-"

I flinched as the man fell to the ground, pleading for his life.

Diego's eyes darkened. A sinister smile graced his lips as I tried to take shelter in the shadows.

"Hm, not my orders though. Sorry."

With one last scream, a loud, deafening gunshot jolts my whole body awake. I bit my lip to prevent the noises that I was about to make. I could almost feel my heartbeat.

"Grace! Call the men, make sure to take care of him," Diego called out.

A woman ran down the stairs with two men trailing behind her. Her blonde hair flowed gracefully as she handed them a black body bag. Her eyes swept the prison cells, and they met mine. A fearful expression caressed her soft features. I looked away.

That's Grace.

She's been giving Caleb and I the food and water. Although I've only met her in a span of two weeks, I immediately knew that she was a kind woman. If we met under different circumstances, with one look, I know she wouldn't dare squash a bug, let alone clean a bloodied floor where a murder just occured. I'd believe it so easily if I didn't see her do it with my own two eyes.

"Clean it up, and do it quick!"

Snapped out of her trance, she nodded wordlessly and scrubbed the floor. With one last glance, she ran up the stairs and followed the men.

My eyes opened due to the loud bang upstairs. A light shone through as the door opened, and footsteps echoed. The attention I had shifted on the guy as I looked at him. He groaned slightly as his chains sounded. A soft chatter entered my line of hearing.

I sunk farther into my cell.

"Alright, good morning, Chester. Time to wake up."

Diego's annoying voice disrupted the silent atmosphere as he stood in front of the guy's cell.

"It's Caleb, you Shrek-looking rat," he grumbled.

Diego took no notice of his insults as he unlocked the lock.

"Get up," he commanded.

The light reflected on the cell, and I finally saw Caleb.

His brown hair sticked on his forehead because of sweat. His green eyes glared daggers at Diego, making sure that he got the warning to stay back. Bruises covered his face along with dried blood that dripped down his neck that came from his lip.

He doesn't move.

Which probably wasn't the best thing to do. All it got him was a hard kick on the stomach.

"Get up."

Diego stated once again.

With obvious pain, Caleb forced himself to stand up. His eyes met mine in a brief second. Sending me a small smile, he took a step outside his prison cell. Continuing to stare at him, I didn't move a muscle. Too scared to make a sound, I trembled under the shadows.

"Come on, just move faster already!" Diego complained as he pushed Caleb. The green-eyed man just rolled his eyeballs and limped toward the stairs.