Trapped

FIVE

I walked back alone to my cell, trying to remember the way Harry took me but reversing it. Down the hallway straight and turn left? No, there wasn't a turn. I kept walking and getting lost. I turned right and I wasn't looking who would be there but I did bump into someone. Muscular and cold.

"What are you doing?" They said to me. I looked up and saw Michael.

"Going back to my cell," I replied.

"I'll help you." I remember when he said those words that I would find out about his child. The one he lost. I felt sorry for him, on how he could lose them so early and feeling like that made me think of my parents. They lost me too. But I lost them more.

"Why are you so cold?" I asked trying to be subtle.

"I lost my daughter," he said. I got confused, he opened so easily to me. "But the love of my life took her away from me, as she was marrying somebody else. I never got to know her."

"Is that why you gave me and Harry a second chance at life?"

"In a way yes. But also no. I wanted to be successful so the love of my life would come back, but she eventually forgot about me. I couldn't forget her. To me she's an Angel who fell into my life for a reason." He stopped walking for a minute and I tried to see why but he's covering his face, like he doesn't want me to see his pain. He sniffles a bit before his old self seems to resurface. "This is your cell." He puts the key in and opens the door for me before shutting it behind me. I jolt when I hear the bang of it against the walls.

I walk to my metal bed and lay down. My eyes look at the bars which the only light is the moon, but only half of it. I put his answers together and he's only someone that is cold because his whole future was ruined. He had a daughter and a wife he could've proposed to but she had to pick someone else. I wonder if that woman ever loved him, if she did I hope she regrets leaving him. He's a mess and wants to be part of his daughter's life.

Imagine if that's just reality. People fall in love hard and go crazy for love. While they are others who don't love and just marry for money or support so their children have a good lifestyle. Lifestyle doesn't really depend on money or support. Lifestyle is more about love and caring for one another, helping each other to survive on what they have. A good lifestyle needs love and family, and a place where they can call home. If that was my mum marrying for money and support, I wouldn't forgive her.

It's a bad thought to think about before falling asleep, but I couldn't help it. My mind always races before I shut off and when it's something about family I can't sleep. I worry about them and all I think about is how they are feeling now, after losing me.