"I'd accept your help, but I'm not stupid. I know everything costs something in these walls, so what is it that you want?"
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MichealScofied
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Season 1
This book is a MichealxOC however it is not a romance until the later half of the...
I thought I was starting to be myself again, but only a few days after my last episode I started to feel depressed again.
I used to pray to just be able to control my depression- I knew that wishing for it to not exist would be impossible- so I would wish that I could control when my mood dipped and have it happen at a more convenient time for me.
Unfortunately it doesn't work like that.
I hear someone let out a big sigh and I hear them sit on the floor.
They're back hits the bars of my cell
"I finally talked to Abruzzi's guy today- it wasn't an easy sell but I managed to convince him that Fibonacci was where I said." Inks unmistakable voice calls out
It's quite
"I don't trust Abruzzi one bit, but he did reassure me that PI will be back up and running in a few days" He says "at least then we can get on with the plan" he adds quickly as if covering up the real reason he wants PI to be back on. If I had been more with it I might have questioned him.
It's quite
"Hey, I also saw the doctor just now.... She gave me my shots- she's really nice, you know?" He says
It's quite
"Lucas.... She could help you" he says, quieter
I allow my eyes to drift over towards him. I notice how his eyes hold concern and sympathy, but he does not hold a patronising look like i am used to seeing in most people's eyes.
"Lucas?" He tries again
I don't know for how long I had been looking at his eyes, but just looking at the sea of blue brought me a bit of comfort.
"Hey" he says and his fingers reach to touch mine through the bars, this makes my eyes snap away.
My hand is splayed out on the floor while his sits on top. He does the most work as he stretches inorder to reach me, sitting on the floor by the bars, facing the opposite wall.
"Tell me what I can do to help?" He says, trying his hardest "anything, tell me what you need and I will try"
I look in his eyes "I need to get out of here Ink... I need to get out before I loose my mind"
He sighs
He pulls my hand into his as I stay seated where I am
"And we will, we just need a few more weeks. We're so close to the end, don't loose yourself now. We will get out, I promise" he says
I wipe my face as a tear rolls its way down
"My Dad said things like that when I was little" I say "he used to tell me how I was a 'strong little girl'.... How I was 'mature for my age' when he first started. He used to promise me that if I behaved things would be easier, the hitting wouldn't hurt so bad if I stopped struggling and just took it"
Ink doesn't stay a word and he doesn't move a muscle, afraid that he will cause me to stop talking.
"'Sienna, I promise I will stop drinking, Sienna I promise I will be a good father...'" I sniffle "'promises' that was what he called them...I called them empty statements. Promises only lead to let down" I say
Suddenly I look at him
"Don't get my hopes up Ink, I don't know if I can take any more lies" I say
It's quiet, the only sound being the roudy men downstairs banging on the walls to try to get the doors to the lunch hall to open faster.
"Let me speak to Pope, surely there has got to be some way we can get you out of this box" Ink says as he draws my attention back in
"Oh he gave me an option alright" I say to him
"You don't sound very happy about it, what was it?" He asks
"Let me see, would you rather me die alone in a cell for the hours and hours a day I am stuck in here or would you rather I die being with the others after they kill me?" I ask him
"That's the choice he gave you?" Ink asks in disbelief
I nod with a sigh
"Either stay in isolation or get thrown in with the others" I say
"There has got to be something else we can do-" he starts
"Stop" I say and he stops from his movements "I will figure this out- this is not your problem. You need to focus on the plan and getting Lincoln out before his execution. I will figure it out. Either I stay in here or I join the others, I'll decide in a few days" I say in exhaustion
Ink looks at me, silently agreeing with what I am saying. We both know that no matter how hard we try to kid ourselves, at the end of the day we can't make the decisions around here, and if I've been given two options- that's the only two options I have.
"Ladies, Lunch time! Head on through and then outside time after you've done, you know the drill. Move it! Move it!" A guard calls from downstairs
"You need to go and eat" I mumble as I wipe my eyes
He nods as he stands
"You should talk to her- if only to speak to someone other then Sucre and I" Ink says and I know exactly who he is referring to again.
He gives me one last look before he walks away.
Maybe I should be going to this doctor? Maybe she could help me?
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An extra chapter to make up for the short one- hope you enjoy xx
