Wings

Chapter 15: Last Chapter

It's now spring a time, and life has been what it usually is. Which is getting hit by the warden during interrogations, and my weekly checkups with Toni to see if I'm broken. Also the weekly letters that come with my lunch, that I'm guessing are written by Matt. Each week he writes more and more like he's Michael thinking I'll get convinced by his act. But I won't because that's just how good I am. Also having the men attack me during P.I. with me beating them around and then getting beat by the guards and put back in my cell. It really annoys me because I can take care of all these people. If only it weren't for my broken ribs that are still healing. Life is as it is behind these walls and I plan on running out getting to meet Matt at the one place that we both know.

Lately I've been getting these dreams about me and Michael together. We'll be somewhere different every time but we'll always be having fun. But it quickly turns into a nightmare. With him drowning in his own blood which always wakes me out of sleep. Every time I wake up I'll be struggling to breathe and be drowned in sweat even though the room is cold. That's when Larry calls Toni and she comes to help me come back to what I used to be. I like it a lot when they try to help me, because I know that there are people in this world who really care for me. I now know the true meaning of someone looking after your.

I sit on my bed and I just think what Matt might be doing right now. Most likely trying to hook up with some girl he met at McDonalds. Which makes me laugh until Larry pops his head through the square in the door where the food comes in.

"Shower time!" He says that takes his head out and opens the door. Unchains me from the wall and hands me over the showering stuff. We walk in silence and none of us say a thing. Making it look like we hate each other. So I started out a conversation, "So how was your day."

"Well until now it's been pretty crazy. Someone from gen pop went crazy trying to kill off his cell mate who apparently wouldn't stop singing. That's why I wasn't around our cell this morning." Wow I never knew his morning was this rough.

"But it's OK, that's a normal thing that happens everyday so I mange through taking care of you and all the other crazy, mental prisoners." He smiles at me and then look back at the hallways. I want to cry right now because of that. My god with all of the crazy prisoners in here he still has the need to take care of me and give me letters Matt's letters. Wow I'm surprised.

We arrive at the showers and I get out of my clothes and I'm naked but Larry won't stop looking at me. It's embarrassing and my face starts to get red. I don't want him looking at me. I've asked him plenty of times to take his eyes off me but he refuses because that's the only thing that he can do, that doesn't goes against his rules of being in charge of me. I'm showering and I feel good. I think the last time they let me take a shower was two weeks ago. I look to find bruises all over my stomach and waists from the hits I've been getting all the time. As well as the red wrists skin that I got from all the chains. Once I take a shower I feel like I'm in a different world and all my worries are washing away. I walk around in the shower room and I end up slipping and screaming.

"Stella are you OK!" He screams from behind the wall.

"Yeah I'm OK. Thanks for asking though." I wonder why he cares for me so much.

"Um, Larry can I ask you something?"

"Yeah sure, shoot."

"Why do you care for me so much?" Then there was silence for about two minutes.

"Um, Larry are you with me."

"Oh, sorry I zoned out for a bit. Well promise you won't laugh at my reason." I come out of the shower with a towel on, nodding that I wouldn't laugh.

"Well, it's because you look like my oldest daughter. But I never took care of her. I was always lenient with her allowing her to get away with a lot of things. But that's what caused her death. So thought that I would do anything to have another chance, and I guessed that you're my second chance." He looks at my confused face and then puts his hand on his forehead like he said something horrible.