Salvatore's POV
I still can't believe this is happening to me. What is all this for? Life? Innocence is celebrated like this? How is the system fair? If God exists then how can this happen? Are there more people like me here? I don't understand the point of living. Is this going to be the next 10 years of my life?
"You dumbass! Carl just killed himself in front of me. Open this cage". This roaring sound woke me out of my jail. I panicked. What is happening? I looked around at my cellmate. He seemed unbothered about it. He was calmly looking at a piece of paper in his hand.
"Open up! He will die." Again the same voice roared out. That's when I heard footsteps of at least 4-5 people rushing towards the commotion. I stood in front of my cell to see what was happening. I could only people a body lying dead being dragged out. Blood. Lots of blood. I wanted to puke.
Looking at my cellmate, his calmness angered me. How can life of someone be nothing out here. Are we here to die? If yes, then kill us already. The system did not prove to be very efficient in identifying the culprit. I wanted to shout, the REAL CULPRIT is out there free.
"Will I be as heartless as time goes by", I saw my cellmate look at me. My thoughts found it's own way out of my mouth.
"Facing somethings that you never did before will desensitize you over time". I heard him speak for the very first time. His tag said CAIRO. I didn't know if he has done something wrong or was just like me. I didn't want to judge him or anyone.
"What are you here for?" I asked, because I had to know. I just had to. Honestly, I couldn't find a reason on why I was here. And what this is suppose to do to me. I looked at him glancing at me and back to the piece of paper.
"I killed someone." I heard the whisper that gave me a momentary chill. At least he is here for the right reasons. I don't deserve all this. People like him do. I felt this hot ball of energy running through me. And I don't remember how I went on and punched him. Hard. And I remember for a second I just wanted him dead. I imagined him to be Luca. And I wanted him dead.
'Salv... Salv... I am running away from home'. What the hell. I heard footsteps coming toward our cell. But I just stood there shocked. Selene? Glimpses of the 10 year old kid full of anger. Her face burst in front of me. My little star. Suddenly a very different emotion brazed me. I was knocked down by the guards. What the hell did I do?
Where is Selene? Where is mom? Where am I?
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To everyone reading this. As I said just have some patience. Salvatore, is having an identity crisis. He has his thoughts all around the place. He starts with being all moralistic and doing the right thing. Feeling sad for others, being non judgmental. But when he feels he is in the wrong room and someone like his cellmate deserves to be here and not him. He flips. This could have happened to anybody.
The question is what stopped him? And how will his life be after this?
Selene will come in the next Chapter.
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In Our DNA
Romance"I have been, am, and always will be anything you want me to be. Your father, Your older brother, Your best friend, Your soul sister. But right now at this moment I really want to do things that none of them will ever imagine doing to you." Selene...
