Summer Camp

Chapter Eighty Five

We're running out of time
Chasing our lies
Everyday a small piece of you dies
Always somebody
You're willing to fight, to be right
Your lies are bullets
Your mouth's a gun
And no war in anger
Was ever won
Put out the fire before igniting
Next time you're fighting
Kill 'em with kindness

~Kill 'em with Kindness, Selena Gomez

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*Alex's POV*

Two days passed without any sign of Harry. He was purposely avoiding me and I knew it. Cayla already had her last day at the castle, and was now safe at home with Jace, James, and the others. I envied her, she wasn't completely safe, but she wasn't trapped like I was. The worst thing wasn't what the King was doing to me, it was how I felt about it. My mind wandered to the King at least ten times a day. I thought of his beautiful chiseled face, his sharp bone structure. His stormy eyes floated in my head along with all of the things that he could and would do to me. Thinking of his long, thin fingers made me squirm.  

"What are we going to do today," I asked myself out loud. I walked back and forth in front of my bed, pacing the room.

I thought of all the things that I used to do when I was bored. They were all things that made me sad, things that I wouldn't be able to do while I was here. I thought of my cell phone that was long lost and forgotten. I thought of my laptop that should be sitting on my desk plugged into it's charger. It would be moved unless my parents already cleaned out my room. 

Would we get home to a bear house, empty because the sadness that the owners had been through. I felt tears well up in my eyes as I thought about my family. I needed them to know that I was okay more now then ever. I needed to get out. Sobs racked through me, would I ever see them again. 

My kind mother, or loving father. Would Seth be sitting on his bed depressed every night, would he be an only child?

School must be close to starting by now, how much had I missed, how much of my life would be taken away? I thought of the friends I had a school, and all the parties that I would go to if I were home. I thought of the little octopus stuffed animal that was sitting on my bed, and how I would never hold it again.

I walked to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face. I couldn't deal with this now, I needed to work. I washed my face, and did my best to mask my swollen under eyes, and red nose. 

I needed to find Harry, soon. I took a deep breathe, and opened the door to my room. I couldn't deal with the guards now, I couldn't deal with there taunting. I rushed passed them, my walk almost a run. They talked and laughed, but I didn't stop to listen. 

I racked my brain, trying to pick a location. It was 2 pm, and Harry almost certainly wouldn't be in his room, he would be off working.  

I thought about going back to my room and making a list of places to look, but I couldn't go past the guards again. So I wandered down the hallway, thinking of places where he would be.

"You can't go there Miss," I heard a man say. I looked up to see the front doors, and a pair of guards blocking me. Without thinking I had made my way to the front of the castle. My subconscious wanted me to get some air.

"Please," I asked, "I need air. I won't do anything, I swear."

"I'm sorry ma'am," said the man, "We can't authorize that." 

"Please," I begged, I felt my self control starting to slip, "You can come out with me." Tears started forming, and I knew that I must have had a wild look in my eyes. "I need air, just a minute."

The man looked hesitant. He glanced at his partner guarding the door who shrugged.

"Fine," said the Guard to me. He turned to the other man, "I'll watch her, you stay at the door." The man opened one of the two large doors, and stepped out. He kept it open enough for me to slip out next to me. 

I immediately stepped out, and walked down the steps. I put my arms out, facing myself at the sun. I felt nothing. There was no breeze, no warm, there was nothing.

I let myself fall onto the perfectly cut grass. I felt the tickling pieces, but nothing could comfort me at this moment. 

"Are you alright," I heard the man ask from behind me.

"No," I told him without moving, I stared out far at the road and houses across the road. Too far for me to run without getting caught, and too close to keep me safe. "I'm not."

"Can I do anything to help," he asked, sounding sincere.

"No," I told him, "You can't making anything okay, but you can ease the pain for a few moments."

"What," asked the guard.

"Can you get my Harry," I asked him, still not moving, "Or get someone to get him here, I need him."

The guard was quite for a moment, not making a single noise. I heard the door open, and soon I heard the man talking to someone inside.

"Can you get Harry out here now," I heard, before the door shut again. 

Minutes passed of nothing, the only thing I heard was my own light breathing. I let the silence of everything else cover me, squishing me.

"What wrong," I hear Harry's voice, along with the opening of a door.

"The King's lady wants you," said the man, "Can you take care of here?"

"Yes," said Harry, "Go back in." I heard the door, and I guessed that the other guard had left. 

Everything was quiet once again. I almost thought that I was alone, if not for the quite steps I heard from behind me. 

I opened my eyes once again, and saw feet. There were two large combat boots in my face. I rolled onto my back, looking up at Harry. He was adorned in his guards uniform, looking down at me. He looked sad and confused.

"Do you need me to get the King," asked Harry, kneeling down beside me.

"No," I said, startling Harry, "No, no, no, please don't get him. Please, No, don't get the King, ple-."

"Calm down," said Harry, grabbing my shoulder, "I won't get him, it's okay."

I calmed myself down, letting my breath steady itself.

"Why are you out here," asked Harry, "Are you hurt?"

"No," I said, "I needed air. I needed to feel the breeze and the sun. I needed to know that I wasn't dreaming. I doesn't help that it's all fake. I just feels less and less real."

I sat up, and crossed my legs, facing Harry. He still knelt, looking at me with pity on his face. I couldn't stand it, so I looked over at the houses across the street. This was the closed I had freedom in the last few months, and this was as close as it would be.

"I have what you want," said Harry, quietly, "I've had it for a while, but I didn't want to give it to you."

"I could tell," I told him.

Harry reached into his pants pocket and produced an envelope. I looked at the think envelope and shoved it into the waistband of my plan pants.  "Thank you," I told Harry.

Harry nodded at me, still kneeling. "I'm going to go, but you can stay if you want. I can send Allen back out."

"No," I said,  should go back in. Harry stood up, and started walking to the door, and I followed suit. I glanced back across the street once more, before entering the castle.