the art
of life
is letting
go.
-"I don't know how you are so familiar to me- or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conc...
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You watched the two girls run out before Ms. Mead told you to stand up, straight up against the wall. Your heart rate raised, probably because you were uncomfortable with her looking at you naked, as well as the thing that Mallory and Willow said making you anxious, how you will die if you are 'dirty'.
You closed your eyes just wishing it would all be over soon.
-"Clean."-Mead stated. Mallory and Willow rushed back into the room;
-"He escaped! We're so sorry."
-"Ah, jesus. You are both incapable of doing anything right. No dinner for you."
-"Fuck!"-Willow whispered.
-"Watch your language and know your place."-Ms. Mead snapped at Willow before continuing;-"Mallory, go inform Ms. Venable."
***
-"Ms. Venable, I am terribly sorry for interrupting you during dinner but I was sent by Ms. Mead to inform you, former resident of the outpost, Michael Brown, left, or better said, um, escaped the building. We tried to stop him but-"
-"Escaped!?"-Elizabeth interrupts Mallory, all mad and shocked to the realization Michael got away.
-"Elizabeth, be quiet."-Ms. Venable quickly shushed Elizabeth and continued-"He made a decision to die, there is quite simply, nothing we can do now. More food for us I suppose then."
Mallory left and Wilhemina laid her hand on Elizabeth's shoulder;-"Don't worry, he won't make it out there."-Elizabeth nodded in response and Ms. Venable stood up from the table, excused herself, and left.
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(Y/n)'s perspective;
Ms. Mead left me in the cold room. I started crying again. I was pulling on my hair from anxiety, the hair coming off in clumps. I squeezed my thigh while trying to hold my tears back with a thought and one question in particular on my mind;-Why was my so called, former lover, putting me through this? Will this bitter feeling ever leave me?
I thought about all months I wasted on Wilhemina and her fake love. I wished I could deny that the only thing I craved for was her embrace. Her lips. Her love. I still wish she is mine and I am hers. She left, but memories never could.
That film of mine and Wilhemina's first and only argument played in my head. That was it. Even then she said she loved me no more.
I was never good at anything. The only thing I felt good at was loving her. And in the end, even she didn't find me good enough at what I did best.
My tiring thoughts get interrupted by somebody walking inside the room. It was her. Wilhemina was now looking at my wet, shivering, curled up body that was scarred, scabbed even bruised and full of red marks.
I never wanted her to see me like this. To see me so helpless and pathetic. I break eye contact in shame before she starts to walk towards me...
