I just wanna be home. With my brother. My life was pretty ruff back home, but it was better than this.
Way better. I feel like I'm slowing dying from the inside here.
If I stay here for much longer, it might happen.
Ill die.
Ive been in the same room for 5 days now and I'm starting to see something in the corner.
My skin, it's gone pale.
I feel weak and hopeless.
I stopped begging for my life after day 3.
I look at my faded tattoo on my wrist.
J
It reads. I trace my finger over it smiling a little.
Jason.
My brother. We both got our first initial on our wrist.
I don't think I'll ever see him again.
I've lost hope that he's looking for me. Everybody probably thinks I'm dead.
I bring my knees up to my chest & lay my head on them, shutting my eyes.
I suddenly hear a door creek.
I look up squinting at the bright light.
Once my eyes adjust to the light, I see a tall figure standing in the doorway
All I can see is his green hair.
"Hello, Reyna."
YOU ARE READING
You Don't Own Me. (Joker)
Fanfiction"Say it. Say it." "You Don't Own Me." "Oh baby, I think I do."
