Imprisoned Love

Making Progress

  What I saw... was beautiful. Or, beautiful to me at least. Nightmare didn't seem to be too impressed by the beautifully manicured garden. He grabbed an umbrella and opened it above us. He led me out through the rainy courtyard, along a stone path. He brought me to a table with a bench that sat under a small white structure. He sat down and closed the umbrella, leaning it against the bench he was sitting on.

  "Having fun Ink? Is this everything you imagined?" He asked, smiling slightly.

  "Let me go please." I said, gesturing to the leash slightly.

  "What, why?" Nightmare asked, yanking on the leash aggressively. I was pulled towards him by the force.

  "I want to feel the grass... and the rain." I said, sitting crossed-legged on the floor in front of him.

  "You will not run away, will you?"

  "No... I just want to feel it, please. It's been two years since I've even felt grass, or felt the morning breeze. Please, I have no reason to run, you have my vials and you'd catch me anyways."

  "Hmm. Good. You stay here, I will go get your vials. Ok?" He said, standing up and reopening his umbrella.

  "Ok Nightmare..." I said.

  He walked into the rain and over to a lamp post on the side of the pathway. He tied the leash around it, tightening it to the point where I didn't know if he would be able to untie it.

  "There you go, does the rain feel good?" He asked, placing a hand on my now soaked cheek.

  "Yeah. I missed this, the rain."

  "I would guess so. I will be back in a minute, I am going to grab your vials."

  "Ok... thank you." I placed my hand on his hand as he pulled away from me. I stood up quickly and walked into the long grass.

  It was to my ankles and, I love it. I love the grass, the blades meshing together under my feet. The water sticking to the grass, it'd feel better if it wasn't raining.

  But the rain was also so amazing. The cold water against my bones, the feeling of water drizzling through my ribcage. The water sliding down my arms, my legs, my neck. It felt to amazing, I can't believe I forgot why this felt like. The water dropping through my bones, the grass slipping along my feet, the breeze rippling through my clothes and bones. I wish it could be like this forever.

  Everything I used to take for granted was taken away from me. Now, this is probably the best moment of my life. Being able to take back one small part of my old life was amazing. It was heaven. I never wanted to go back to that cell. I was never going to go back to that cell. I would do anything to not go back to that stupid, empty, cold, dark cell. I had a small taste of freedom, and I wasn't going to give it up anytime soon. Even if I had to pretend, even if I have to submit to them. I am NEVER going back.

  I heard the plopping footsteps of someone behind me. I turned around to see Nightmare, with his black umbrella, and my sash of vials. I hadn't seen the vibrant colours of my vials in years. They looked so pretty. I never realised how beautiful and colourful they looked. Nightmare kneeled down to me and managed to untie the leash after a small struggle. He led me back under the shelter and sat back down on the bench. He pulled my vials out of the sash and placed them in in front of me.

  "There you go, you can take them."

  Silence ensues as Ink stares at the vials, knowing he's forgotten something important about them.

  "Are you going to take them?"

  "Yes but..."

  "But?"