Prisoner || [completed]

II || Kris

"I can feel my soul burning, feel it burning slow."

02

Kris had spoken to him for the first time at his special place; the little boy next door whom she never saw at her school. She had been recovering from measles, which meant she could only stay home but the whole thing was gone which made it safe for her to walk around.

As she was coming back from a stroll, she saw the boy was her age or younger but she was a head taller than him. He was sneaking out of his house but before moving further, he looked around. She wondered what he was up to.

He didn't see her as she was hidden by a brick wall so she followed him. He seemed to know where he was going as he trudged on, not once hesitating before taking the next turn. They got to the woods and she began to feel goosebumps on her arms. It was chilly out there.

She watched him go in and saw him hop once, then again on one foot but she couldn't decipher what was happening to him. Maybe he stubbed his toe or got stabbed by a thorn on the other leg. Her curiosity made her creep forward but carefully to avoid injuries of her own.

She could make out his figure which was what she followed until finally, rays of light appeared. There was a clearing. She drew the strap of her little purse tighter and went ahead. Inside the purse, she knew her wrapped peanut butter and jelly sandwich must have been getting cold. She didn't even feel like eating it anymore.

She got out of the woods, and into the clearing but she could see no one. Where could he have gone? She took a step forward, and then another. Then, she saw him at a corner, weeping into his small hands. Up close, she could see how frail he looked, like he hadn't eaten for days. She couldn't tear her eyes away as she brought out her sandwich.

She tapped on his shoulder lightly and handed him the PB&J sandwich which he collected with wide eyes. He had looked at her like she was an angel. And he had the bluest eyes she had ever seen.

"I like your eyes," they chorused.

An awkward silence ensued, but it was soon broken by the sound of two little kids' giggles. They were both giggling for no reason. She then grabbed his tiny hand and dragged him to the edge of the cliff. He tried to pull back, but she calmed him down, figuring out he was scared.

From then on, that cliff had become her special place as well and her next-door neighbor, her special person.

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Kris was a patient of depression. She had no one left on earth and that was eating her inside. But he was there; her pillar. He was the best thing that could ever happen to her and she loved him. God, she did.

As Carlisle slammed the door and ran out into the rain, Kris had a bad feeling like this time, it was for good because unlike other days, he did not even have sex with her. He had been so angry; she had never seen him like that before. Maybe she had; the day he caught her using drugs after her overdose.

She was in love with him irrevocably and she knew she would act the same way if she saw him in bed with someone else.

Where was that bastard, anyway?

She had cheated on him with her drug supplier but only because she had been drunk off her ass when he came to deliver. And next thing she knew, he was kissing her and lifting her onto the bed. How the whole thing started, she did not understand.

She had tried to fight him off but a drunk woman fighting off a 300 pounds guy; that was a hopeless war. So she gave in. And she was ashamed of herself. Everything, right from the kisses, had been sloppy.

She was desperate for a reason she couldn't fathom. She had a longing burning at the pit of her stomach and the bastard had calmed it when he came onto her. The position they were caught in was not the best.

When Carlisle had walked in, time stopped to her. One moment, Ron was on her and the other, he was against the wall. Her heart had been hammering against her ribcage and she couldn't help the tears that escaped her then.

"Why?" He had whispered. All she wanted was to crawl on her knees and plead with him but she had to defend herself. He wasn't the only heartbroken one though, he had broken her heart by not accepting who she was. He broke her heart the day he had first walked out on her because she had been depending on drugs.

University life had been stressful like hell. First, was the struggle to keep up a GPA of 3.5, then the abusive lecturer and the fact she couldn't see her love anymore. The one person who helped her cope in the world. The one person she loved more than anything.

She had to break the relationship off for both of their benefits and that must have done a lot for him. She managed with two cigarettes per day and then everything had to head south. Her depression had set in once more.

At fifteen, seven years after becoming Carlisle's best friend, the unfortunate incident had happened. The first place she would always turn to was Carlisle's place.

On one occasion where she had been waiting for Carlisle to return home, his parents had come up to her. It was the first time they had acknowledged her and so, she didn't know what to say when they offered her a small package of white substance. They had asked her to sniff it and she did.

After that, it had seemed like magic took place.

When she first walked in, she was as low as dirt; life had lost its color to her. And then, she was flying; soaring as high as the sky. She could see rainbows. Everything was no longer in black and white but magenta, pink, yellow, violet and every other bright colors one could think of.

His parents kept sending the packages to her and she would sniff it in a hidden place, away from Carlisle. One day, he found out and flipped his sh!t. It was the first time he stood up against his parents. He had gotten into a fight with his father just for her. She decided to stop. For him.

The first day had been hectic; she sank lower than before. It was worse. On the third day, she couldn't take it anymore. Carlisle's parents had snuck it to her. That was the new her. She had become a druggie. She would stop again for Carlisle and then, relapse but without him knowing.

It was an endless cycle.

Now, it seemed like the merry-go-round had stopped and Carlisle just jumped down from it forever.

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