Elements #Wattys2015

Epilogue

"The best and worst thing in the world is being madly and deeply in love with someone,"-Carmelia Ray.

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I live in Hell.

It has been a month. A month being locked here. Being fed like a queen but taken care of like a monster. I have only seen Mrs. Gravel and when I saw her I spit. Disrespect, she told me. 

I didn't care.

She wanted information... things I didn't even know. She wanted to know who my parents where. She was confused as there why was their two Water elements in one century. I didn't answer her. 

She stood for about 30 minutes waiting for my answers that I never provided. She made me think I was a monster during the time. Convincing me that being a mistaken Element could cause some kind of destruction. I hated her.

Every bit of my body wanted to lacerate her into meager fragments. Her smile wanted me to cry whenever she knew I was mad. I was always mad when she came. Her voice made me want to scream. It sounded like nails scratching against a chalk board against my ear. I think she knew because she wouldn't stop talking. Even when I did not answer she would speak and explain. And when she left I would end up throwing something at the door. "If you answer I won't hurt you." She whispers now. Shivers run through my body. I control my hands from grabbing her throat. "And if I don't?" I question threw my grinding teeth. 

She killed Rico... Everyone I love ends up gone. 

"Then you leave me no choice," she mumble and then leaves. I don't understand what she means. The familiar noise of the door locking is the only thing I hear, and then glass shattering adding to the pile. There are no windows in this room. 

I sit in the corner farthest from the door. Starring into my hands and counting the seconds. I don't trust Mrs.Gravel giving me a bed. I fear that if I sleep on it, it would suck me in. So I sleep on the floor. Every night I close my eyes with a soothing voice. Ashers. Always bidding my goodnight. Sometimes telling me things. I wish I could reply so he could hear my voice the same way I do. But all I can do is think. I wait until the night he says the words 'I am coming.'

I am In Hell. 

The lack of meditation kills. It is like food to me. To everyone. The fire monkeys need to climb to jump to hang. The airs need to breath fresh air. The natures need to be with the plants and trees. And I... need to be near water, liquid at least. Something with water other than my body.  The tight space and no windows with a locked door asphyxiate me. 

This is Hell. 

The door is open again. This time with Mrs. Gravel again with my lunch in her hand. "What time is it?" I ask. She does not reply. 

I look at what she has given me... No water.

"I just need water," I say now looking at her. Her hair is down today. She wear a navy blue dress up to her knees and heels the size of her head... She smells like a pig.

The Devil has entered.

"If you answer my question then Ill give you water." She sits on the bed... It did not suck her in although I wished it did. I don't need water...

"Depends on the question," I did not want to tell her that I would answer the question immediately.

"If you had to choose between you and Asher which would you choose to die?" I stare at her. I am not answering. My thirty throat begs for me to answer. But my mind fears that if I say myself she will not give me water and if I say Asher, she will not let him live. 

So I don't Answer.

Instead, I stare at the empty cup I know I will be throwing at her. It has become a bad habit of me. I must have wasted so many glass wears.She leaves with a sigh and I throw the cup.

It does not break.

It is plastic.

They have finally grew a brain the size of my pinky nail to realize that I am breaking things. What hey don't know that Mrs. Gravels neck seems breakable.

I have gone insane. Unable to control me.

Calm. His voice says. I only wished it would come to every minute. I only wished I could have a full conversation with him while Mrs. Gravel speaks. I wish to see him again. But I find myself only wishing to the wall. I savour the moment he speaks.

The sweet torment.

Just one last Kiss.

I Live in Hell and there is no Angel to help me out. The devil does not give life... But only makes it suffer. Oh, how much I wanted to rip each of her fingernails one by one. 

She needs to Die...slowly. 

I have gone insane and I forgot how to control it.

Breathe. He whispers. I miss his brown eyes. His vibrant laugh. His beautiful scent. I miss him. 

Did she hurt you? He asks. She killed me. She stabbed me. She locked me. She hid me. She tortured me. She existed.

I have gone insane. I have gone emotionless. I want to cry, but I can not.

Do you miss me? He inquires. I am lonely wit no company. I begin to think that I am the only human in the world. I thrive for another life with me. I miss him more than I miss fresh air and water.

This time a man comes in and gathers my lunch. "What time is it?" I ask him. 

"midnight," he leaves. The room is dark. I try to sleep as I imagine what the stars would look like today. And what the moon's shape is today. How many owls are howling, Who could be asleep. The way the wind howls and the trees dance. I image the grass making music while the flowers sleep. I image the ordinaries partying, some studying, most sleeping and others reading. 

I image the temperature. The noise the crickets. I image the water and its feeling. I image its taste. The way the liquid runs down my throat. 

"I am here." he whispers in my ear his scent is strong. 

"Asher." My lips say before they crash onto his. His hands roam against my back. 

I missed his touched. I missed this. I missed him. 

"Were leaving," he whispers guiding me to the open door.

The Angel has come to take me away from Hell.