Deck of Cards

Day 17-Sally

Seven of spades -left alone all day

Sally's POV

I had met a girl called Scarlett the day before, we didn't really talk but we constantly exchanged pitying glances which said more than words. We both felt for each other because we knew what the pain was like. I doubted that we would see each other any time soon, they would probably be scared of us planning an escape. It was still nice to see a kind face, I hadn't really seen one for a while.

Ever since my stupid comment, my angel had stopped talking to me and only grunted what he had to say. It broke me whenever he came because I knew that he didn't want to be there, I knew that he wished he was somewhere else. I wished he would just go away so I could mourn the love we never had but instead I was constantly reminded of what could have been. I tried to tell myself that it was just the situation that was making me feel these intense emotions but every time I looked at him I knew that it wasn't.

It was a seven, another day in a bag except I knew that they would have to change it. I knew now that they would come back for me, I was no longer scared. They would find some way of making me feel scared, maybe simulating some horrible event. I wasn't too worried, I knew that now I had time to think everything through. I needed to sort out my head pronto.

I felt a piece of me flutter when I saw him come towards me, he looked as perfect as ever. I sighed as he read from a piece of paper-his voice was like honey. Pulling me up,I felt his calloused hands grip my shoulders firmly, I felt tears pricking my eyes as he coldly pushed me to my destination. I didn't care where we were going, all I was concentrating on was trying not to turn into a blubbering mess in front of him.

Like before they placed a blindfold on my eyes and a gag in my mouth, it made me choke but nobody cared. Nobody ever cared. I felt new hands take me to wherever I was going, they weren't his hands which I suppose I was grateful for. They were too calloused.

To my surprise, I didn't feel the grass beneath my feet but more cold stone and then I was knocked down. Handcuffs were placed too tightly on my hands and I was forced to sit up. Somebody placed a pair of headphones on my ears and I couldn't hear anything.

It was disorientating, not being able to see or hear. Suddenly there was a crackling noise and a voice filled my head phones. It was a voice that haunted my dreams, that echoed in my head. It was his voice.

He started off by explaining some things to me, like I couldn't take off the headphones otherwise I would be shot (this seemed to be a usual punishment). I didn't know how I was supposed to take the headphones off without the aid of my hands, but it must have happened before for there to be that precaution. Suddenly my worst nightmare became a reality.

He was shouting abuse at me, I knew that he was being told to do it but I couldn't help feeling like he meant all the words he said. Tears fell down my face like rapids, I didn't know how to stop them. If it had been anyone else then I would have ignored it. But it wasn't anyone else. It was him.

'You're worthless'

'Nobody wants your ugly ass'

'Why would anybody love somebody like you'

'Everybody hates you'

Every word, every letter, every sound hurt more and more. It was an excruciating pain that seemed to never end but just intensify. I knew it was suppose to break me but I felt like I wasn't just broken but completely blasted to pieces that could never be placed back together. I didn't know how I was supposed to survive for a whole day if I could barely stand one minute.

Somehow I fell asleep, maybe it was the velvety smoothness of his voice. Maybe I was tired from crying. When I woke up, I could hear his voice still in my ear.

"I love you," a voice whispered slowly and I felt myself freeze as he spoke. What had I just heard?

"I mean... nobody loves you," I could hear the strained tone of hate in his voice, it almost sounded like he was putting it on. Sounding like he hated me. Then it hit me. He said 'I love you'. Even if it was by mistake he still said it. I had pictured him saying it so many times but they were nothing compared to the real thing. I felt butterflies rise and I told myself that it was no mistake. He had slipped it in so I could get through the time. He saved me.

Maybe he really was an angel in disguise.