Fabian

Flashback

I'd been in there for what might have been 2 days. That old brute had come in twice to throw a tray of food at me and leave. The days seemed to blend into each other. I had given up, my body slumped against the wall that the bed leaned on. It was over. If this man said I was payment for a 'debt' who knows what that debt was. The mafia is all about an eye for an eye right? I thought. What if the debt was someone's life?

At that moment I had relinquished any hope of escaping. Maybe the hideous pink was working in keeping me docile. Maybe I was going crazy. I shuddered at the thought. My sanity was the only thing I had now. I had lost the little that I did have.

My parents provided for me, but they were absent. I got everything I needed from them but the emotional support I required to become a well rounded individual. Talk about both daddy and mommy issues. I couldn't really play with other kids when I was little. Relating to them was always an issue and I developed serious anger issues when I began to realize my family was not like others. Until Aria.

I was alone one time at recess as usual waiting for the bell to ring as the most beautiful girl I had seen walked up to me.

"My mommy says we're neighbors" She beamed. "That means we have to be friends!"

I just accepted it as fact at the time and since then Aria and I were as thick as thieves. I never thought I'd lose her. Her and the family she provided me with.

Nona was like a mother to me. She is the reason I didn't end up in a depression over the love or lack there of of my parents. I loved her with all my heart and I can only hope that she felt the mother/daughter bond I seemed to feel for her.

Growing up with Aria and Nona in my life made it way easier than it should have been. I silently thanked them, wherever they were in my pretty pink cell.

"It's over now, they're gone"

I held on to the thought that they were alive and well. That no one had touched them. But that soon slipped away as the space in my mind was occupied but the thoughts that plagued me at that moment in time. Were they alive? Were they okay? If they're not dead yet I'm sure I'll be.

I snapped back to my bleak reality when the door flew open once more. I guess it's day three huh. Bigfoot strolled in and let go of the tray of sludge at the foot of my bed, gave me a scowl and left rubbing his neck where my bruised artwork lay imprinted on his skin temporarily. That was my only small victory in a work where everything was dark and grey. No hope of survival, no hope of escape. I felt like a prisoner on death row, waiting for the day that they march me to the electric chair. Waiting for the day that my heart would stop beating against my heaving rib cage. I was getting ready for it. Ready for the beginning of the end.