Five Words

Chapter 28

~Ace

Two years earlier...

I have been sentenced to serve seven months in juvie. I will spend seven months in juvie for a crime, I am certain, that I haven't committed. Almost thirty days have passed since the day I was arrested and my memory still hasn't come back to me. No matter how hard I tried, it still won't budge. I'm losing my mind. It is too late for me, even if I remembered now. It is too late.

Way too late.

I'm on the bus right now, along with other teenagers, heading to the detention center. Some of them are acquainted with one another, and they are even smiling like they're not about to be locked up for seven fucking months.

I don't know what they're smiling about, and to be completely honest, I wish if I could smile too. But there isn't a single memory in my heart that could ever make me smile again. She is in every good memory I can ever recall.

Every. Single. One. Of. Them.

She was the one who came into my life.

She was the one who showed me how beautiful love is.

She was the one who showed me what it feels like to be loved.

She was the one who taught me how to love.

She was the one who made me smile the most.

She was the one who made my days the best days because she was just in them.

But now...

Now she is just a memory. A terrible, horrible, ugly memory.

She is the one who makes my heart ache every day.

She is the one who is making me suffer every day for felon I haven't committed.

She is the one who showed me how ugly love can be.

She is the one who drew all the life form me.

She is the one who ruined me, scarred me so deeply that I strongly believe that I will never recover.

Fuck, Sarah Keyes who showed me fake love that I can never forget.

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We are being lined up, one after the other, outside of the bus to be locked in this hideous, lifeless looking grey building. My heart is thrumming against my chest, and I am trying to calm down before I go through another panic attack. That is the last thing I need right now.

"Get moving." The man shoves my shoulder forward forcing me to move, not that I needed that.

They like to fucking abuse anyone they see in their way.

We move. Cuffs clacking, making walking way harder than it is supposed to be. And they make us walk a long, long, long way.

I feel like there are cuffs not only around my feet and wrists but around my heart, my life. It has become a prison itself. And the more time passes, the more life is drained out of me.

When we reach a gate, they start to unlock our cuffs, all of them. Everyone at the same time shakes their feet and rub their wrists, relieving the pain. My wrists are red, and small cuts are covering their circumference.

They order us to walk further and we walk out into a playground, with only metal bars as its ceiling. The officers bring several buckets full of a white powder, and some other buckets filled with water, and others filled with god knows what. Officers come onto us, ordering us to strip. Some has struggled, but I don't. It is of no use. I am going to do what they want one way or another.