I Never Do Give Up

Mr. And Mrs.

There was something inside my bones, a cold icy fear, that would never truly leave me. It hurt like daggers, or like when something is so hot it's freezing. But I would not let the cold stop me. I laid awake every night, not telling if this was a dream or reality. Until he came to my cell with his smile and his plans. "Are you real?" I asked him, pressing my hand against the glass. He chuckled a gentle laugh. "You are crazy."
He pulled out a set of keys. "Now shut up slugger or else I won't be able to get you out of here."
  I shut my mouth and let him insert the keys into the locks of the cell. He was smiling the entire time, something I was longing to see since I was taken away. "Did you miss me?" He said, opening the cell door. Immediately an alarm sounded, and we ran down the corridor. Within seconds, guards were behind us. Mistah J handed me a gun and I began firing, bodies dropping like they were being carried by a clumsy waitress. "I'm alive. I'm f*cking alive!"

Then the hall was no longer a hall, and we were headed for a window. Puddin grabbed my waist and threw me through a window, shattering the glass. I cried out a shrill scream and caught a lump in my throughly realizing how far down I still had to go. Panic or sleep. Panic or sleep. I chose sleep.
My eyes closed. I felt everything stop. "Harley, Harley, Harley, you never do give up. You should work on that. Try letting go every once in a while. Try being more than just you. Try being the girl I want you to be."
I opened my eyes once more and for a second, I saw the icy waters before plummeting inside. Instantly my skin was bitten with cold, and the frigid ice went deeper. I knew I wouldn't live much longer. I must try to swim. I looked up at the city from under the water, and saw his hand leaning high above me. I leaped, with all my remaining strength, and grasped him as tight as I could. "You are free now."

Back in the hideout, on the velvet bed, Mistah J set me down nicely. "Harley. You alright? You really should be dead."
"I'm alive." I repeated many times, reaching my hands down the back of his shirt. He grabbed my hair and began nuzzling my ear. "Hey, look!" I said, pointing out the window. There was a figure standing there. He shot many times into the night, and then shut the blinds. "They can't see this."
  "Puddin." He lightly undid my hospital gown and stripped me until I was his naked pallet. "Ready?"
  "I didn't tell you love."
"What?"
   " I missed you."