Piano Keys

Chapter 3

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Harry, the name echoed around in my head a bit, it was a common name but it struck me with curiosity. "Back to being a mute, are we?" he flashed a quick smile before sitting back down in his original seat against the bars. I wasn't trying to seem impossible to speak with, there was just so much pain and everything was so surreal.

"Sorry, it's just... this is all so-"

"Impossible? ... Yeah I get it...So..." he paused for a moment. I looked at him straight in the eyes. Harry looked as if he were trying to formulate a thought. "Why are you here...?" his gaze fell upon my eyes, his eyes held a whirlwind of sympathy within them.

"Your guess might be as good as mine. From what I've gathered I think they think I'm the governors' daughter. I don't know though... It's all a little fuzzy." Harry's eyebrows creased, confusion written on his face. "You okay? You look stressed or something?"

"Where are you from, Cali?"

"Delta, Leos Province. Why?" The look of confusion vanished from his face and was replaced by complete shock.

"That's over 900 miles away!" his eyes were wide as he shouted the distance at me. Shit, where am I?

"What!" There had to be some mistake. My mind went whizzing in almost every direction. Harry had to be wrong he just had to be. "Where are we, Harry?"

"You're alright further away from home then I'm sure you've ever been, Hun. You're in Airius."

Airius. The name rang loud in my head.  Airius. The dictator ruled state we are at war with. Airius. The men who gunned my father down.

With my heart falling out of my chest and all hopes of being rescued smashed, it was that moment that I knew I'd never be getting home.

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I had spent a good portion of what I presumed to be day listening to Harry tell his tale of how he ended up in this cell. He had explained that he was orphaned in Airius when he was just 5. His mother had been gunned down before his eyes for trying to steal bread for her poor starving curly haired boy. He then grew up scavenging with other orphan boys his age for food. He was always running from the soldiers that enforced the laws. He told how cold hearted he could be, he told me that it became second nature to be dangerous, not because he wanted to but because he had to survive. Harry explained that he didn't care if a solider was killed by him or someone else, he would live. And that's how Harry ended up here. Gunning down a solider while trying to escape.

While looking at Harry, I could see the scars of abuse he suffered from being a young orphaned child on the streets of a dictator ruled state. We talked about how I ended up here for bit after he finished his stories and he gave me looks of sympathy.

"They wont stop till I give them the info, but I don't have any info to give them!" As if on cue with my words, guards came crashing through the door. I flinched back and grimaced in pain, my injuries, although mostly just bruised and scabbed now still gave me quite a jolt of pain.

"Harry, get up." The tones of the guards were rough yet no emotion laced in them what so ever. I looked at him, wide eyed and shaky; I could tell he was scared. They hadn't done anything with him and Harry had been here awhile, if they were going to do something now, it meant something bad. I didn't want to lose him. I didn't want the world to lose him. When Harry didn't budge from his spot, they reached out to yank him up. With adrenaline pumping through my veins, I reacted without even knowing what I was doing. Lurching out of my positioned, I shuffled to shield his body desperately hoping to save him.