Letters to Zayn

Chapter 9

Right now it is so funny, that just a few weeks ago my biggest worry was Zayn finding out about my secret letters addressed to him. Things can change so fast, it's hard to believe. It's like my whole world got turned upside down. I used to think my life was boring and sometimes I really hated it. Right now there's nothing I wish to get back as much as my 'boring' life. I had peace and did not appreaciate it. Alright, maybe it wasn't as peaceful as I would have liked it to be, but still anything would be better than this mess.

I stop my flow of thoughts as I notice that it's already twilight outside my glass wall, which means it's time to take my console and get something to eat, have a shower and go to bed. Aside from being kept here against my will, everything is pretty great.

I press one button and a table with a plate of prawns appears in front of me. It's that simple every time. Too bad you can't have everything good in your life. You either have freedom or a console with food. I bet if I said it out loud it would sound even more stupid.

Once I finish my meal i press the button for the shower. It would sound creepy, because obviously there are tons of cameras in every corner of the room, but the shower is anything but transparent so after the first time of being scared and freaked out, I realized that I shouldn't make it to be such a big deal. If those people wanted to do something bad for me, they would have already done it. Of course, being locked up is not the best thing that has ever happened in my life, but I am still healthy and alive, if you could call it being alive.

I am glad that I get the shower, it helps me relax at least a tiny bit. Makes it much easier to fall asleep. As I lay in my bed the thought comes to my mind as I am staring at the table with tools for the writing of letters. There's a pen. Anyone who has seen 'Red Eye' knows what's going through my mind right now. With those thoughts I fall asleep.

*********Morgning*********

I wake up because of the sun rays are poking my eye lids. Once I was shown that I can have the glass kind of wall and see everything outside, I never turned it back to the white wall. That is the reason why every sunny day I wake up at 8 a.m the latest, not being able to bare any more sunlight on my face. The first thing I see as I sit up is the pen. I have to put it in my pocket without everyone seeing it, but how do I do it with all the cameras around? I decide that the best way of doing it is to get my breakfast and put it on the same table, so nobody pays attention to what my left hand is doing while I am eating. This might actually work.

I've never been one of those  people who take action instantly, but i cannot continue on writing those letters, trying to fool Stanley as well as myself. It's high time I changed the way everyhing goes here. Change the way my life has been for the past two weeks.

As I eat the scrambled eggs I ordered by pressing the button, i slowly take the pen ant put it in the back pocket of my jeans. There's no way anyone could have noticed it. At least that is what I tell myself so I don't start panicking. There's a rush of adrenaline streaming in my blood already just by the thought of what I am about to do. I never considered myself to be a cruel person, I was always against violence and all that stuff. I guess there comes a point in life when there's no other way to fight than to use violance. I might hate myself for it, but I ain't love myself for not doing anything either.

I comb my hair for the last time, making sure I look decent before Stanley shows up. Today is the big day. The day Stanley promised to bring all the data proving that I have never met Zayn. I wonder how long it took him to fake it all. I'll never understand why anyone would try to ruin another person's life. Why me? I hope one day I'll be told the answer to this question. Or even if not, then hopefully I'll never hear of Stanley again.

I close my eyes, that blinding flash of lights has become annoying. Two more seconds and I am forced to open my eyes again as Stanley speaks up.

"Did you have a good night's sleep, Becca?" I've never liked when people shorten my name, maybe I would say something about it right now, as it has been going on for too long, but that's not the plan for today. I'll have to get the grip of myself and be patient.

" It's never as good as sleeping at home, in my own bed, but it could be worse." I say as calmly as I manage. Not much longer, just wait.

"Well, still good to hear. You know why I've come here and what I've brought" He finished off showing a folder filled with papers.

" Yes, I do. After you left yesterday, I wrote one more letter, you might want to read it." I say trying to look as sad as possible.

"Alright, I'll take a look at it as soon as I tell you everything I came here to. It's time you admit that you have never met Zayn" This psycho said it smiling, one more proof that he is,indeed, a psycho.

"Ok, I am listening" Still keeping the sad face as part of my plan. He takes a step closer to me, so he could show me the papers and all the facts. As if he truly believes that some papers would wash my brain like that. I notice that his powerful console is in the pocket of his doctor-ish jacket. I will do it. I am strong enough to do it. I randomly swing my hands to the back side and hold it together. I do it so once the moment to grab the pen comes it won't look suspicious that I am trying to get something from my back.

He takes a few more steps and now he is centimetres away. It is now or never.

"So here is the first...." He does not have the chance to finish his sentence as I stab the pen right in the middle of his throat. I kick him hardly in the stomach and pull the console out of his pocket. As soon as I find the right button, my glass wall goes down and I take off in a run.

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I hope you are as excited about what's coming next as I am :)