I could hear the sound of rain patting against the roof of the facility. I've been in solitary for what feels like weeks, but it's only been 5 days. Half of me likes it in here. It's quiet; peaceful. But the other half wants to scream. Wants to break out of here and never come back. Since I was put in this horrid room, I've had six panic attacks, and nobody bothered to do anything about it. Nobody cares.
I hear hushed voices mumbling outside of my cell. Peeking out of the tiny window at the top of my door, I see the warden scolding someone. Her brow is furrowed and shes waving her hands around like a mad woman. In fact, I truly believe she is mad. The way she carries herself and the constant feeling that shes lying about things, leads me to think the woman is truly insane. She needs to be in here more than I do.
Whoever she's talking to is hidden behind the wooden door frame beside my cell.
The yelling suddenly stops and I look up again to see the warden shoving the unknown person backwards into a small room. A room thats not a cell.
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I'm sitting in the corner of my cell when I hear the door being unlocked. Donovan appears in front of me and I spring to my feet to greet him.
"How are you?" He said griping my arm.
"I feel terrible." I spoke. My body ached and I haven't eaten properly the entire time I was in there.
He sighed and shook his head, leading me out of the solitary sector of the building. I pass the other locked doors, hearing the occasional groans and mumbles, but most of the people are quiet.
We walk together in silence, I can tell he feels sorry for me. I don't like peoples pity, but I'm not in the mood to talk right now, so I'll leave it alone.
My mind keeps going back to my first day in solitary.
Monica.
That was the only time she ever made a noise, the rest of the days were silent, too silent. I thought way too much and craved human interaction. I've never realized how social you need to be in order to stay sane. Being in there makes me feel like I've lost a little bit of my mind; I feel different now, and not in a good way.
Once we reach my cell, I walk straight in and lay face-down on my bed, not even bothering to look across the hall to greet Martha or Harry.
Harry.
Though I had plenty of time to think in solitary, I couldn't make up my mind about him. Part of me wants to stay away from him, to keep myself out of danger. The other part craves him; wants more and more. My mind has always been positive, and always looking for the best in people, but sometimes you have to realize when people are purely bad. Harry's bad, and it's captivating.
After laying down for what felt like an hour, I sit up and rub my head. "Shit." I mumble. I lean up against the wall and look into the hall. Martha is curled up on her bed asleep. My eyes shift over to Harry's cell, but it's empty. I frown and walk over to the bars of my door to get a closer look.
The sheets are tucked in the bed and the cell is unlocked. He's really not in there, and I can't help but wonder where he is.
"Psssss!" I whisper across to Martha.
Her foot moves and she rolls over on her bed. "The fuck you need?" She hissed.
I roll my eyes. "It's me."
She sits up and rubs her eyes. "Oh! How are you dear?" She says flatly.
I brush off her rude tone, being that I just woke her up. "I've been better." I reply. "Where's Harry?" My voice sounds so small.
Martha looks confused and furrows her eyebrows at me. "What do you mean? You didn't see him?"
I have no idea what this is supposed to mean, is she so oblivious that she didnt't realize he was gone? "What? No, I just got back and he's not in his cell. I'm asking if you know where he is." I rest my elbows on the bars but quickly pull away when my skin comes in contact with the cold metal.
She stands up and walks to her door so that she's face to face with me. "Harry's been in solitary just as long as you have."
My eyes widen and I'm at a loss for words. "A-are you sure? I didn't see him come in, or hear his voice." My mind goes back to Monica. "But I did find Monica."
Her head snaps up. "That's where they're keeping her?"
"I guess." I look at my feet and sink down so that I'm sitting on the ground.
"That's part of the reason he's in there." She said the word he as if it were poisonous. "Harry found out that I told you about Monica. He came after me, just like I expected. They threw him in solitary before he could even touch me."
I sat in shock from what she just told me. I know for a fact that Harry's not in solitary. My cell had a small window, and out of all the people that walked by, he was never one of them. "Well he's not there. I can assure you that..." I trail off. There's something wrong with this picture.
"You might have been sleeping when he was admitted, or not paying attention." She suggested.
"I would have heard him." I sigh. "This place has a lot of secret rooms and tunnels. My guess is they took him somewhere and didn't tell anyone." My stomach tightens and I feel sick.
At this moment she looked me dead in the eye and all the emotions wiped off her face. "Well then I guess this is a problem, isn't it." She whispered.
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[sorry for any typos, i dont have time to edit bc im about to leave my house so ill do it when i get home] anyways, I FINALLY UPDATED!!! sorry its been so long, i procrastinate a lot.. :( lmao vote and comment please, ily guys.
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captive 》h.s au
Fanfictioni've been told that i'm worthless. good for nothing. pathetic. a waste of space. but the one that hurts the most is being called insane.
