Now (Fay) CHAPTER 1

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It's been 32 day's. 32 days of being locked away. 32 days of torture.
They think they can break me, but what they don't know; you can't break anything that's been broken all along.

Maybe there was a little piece of happiness for a while. But that's past tense now, because there's no sign of ever getting it back.
Not if I tell them what they want to know, and definitely not when I keep quiet.
They want information I'm not ready to give. I never will be, because it's the only thing keeping me alive.

The thought of protecting someone I don't even believe of seeing ever again, is my constant motivation to fight.
And I'm ready to lose everything if it means, I'll keep the information they need, to myself.
Even if it means I'll lose myself.

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