What I Call Life

Chapter 17

Marcy's point of view
I stirred in the dark room. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep.
Suddenly the door opened, and blinding light filled the room.
"Marcelle Angeline Adams?" Said a shadowed figure.
I looked up, and nodded quickly.
"How many days have you been here?" Asked the shadow.
"Five." Came a voice I didn't know. But when I realized it came from my own lips, I gasped. It had an old, gravely tone, goes to show, I hadn't spoken to anyone for days.
My long hair was matted and tangled, my old skirt was torn. Not to mention, my knees were scabbing, and I was still covered in blood! This place was really making me look like a killer.
"What do you want?!" Asked my scratchy, shaky voice.
"We've come to tell you, you're in confinement." Said the shadow. When he didn't think I understood, he tried again.
"That means, you're going to be by yourself in here for a while."
My head slumped back.
"Why." I gasped. I didn't phrase it even like a question. Just a sad tone of voice. That felt like my entire life. A long, sad song, with little upbeat happy tones in between sometimes. Like the time I met Isaac.
The man didn't answer my question as he shut the door with a bang. I tried to stand, but it was no use. My legs weren't functional. I tried to ignore the prickly feeling going up my backbone.
I was parched, and hungry. Starving.
I'd been living off of the grease filled water they sometimes slid through the door.
I put my head into my hands, wishing this never happened. Wishing I never met Laura. I wish I was dead.
About two days later, suddenly the door opened again, and light filled the room.
"There's someone here to see you." Said a figure. A woman this time.
She unlocked my chains and helped me stand up.
"What is their name?" I asked.
"Uh...... I think they said Ike..... or Eric.... something like that." Said the nurse. She was by far the nicest person I've met in this shit hole.
"I don't know anyone named Ike! Or Eric!" I sighed. At least someone had thought to come see me.
She led me to an open and brighter room. It had a long, thick glass in-between two sides. I sit down in the chair and let the nurse chain my hands. I stared at the three holes in the glass, used for people to speak to one another.
And I saw someone sit down.
"Isaac?" I asked, my usual voice returning again.
They turned on the light.
"Marcy!" Isaac gasped. "Are you ok? You look terrible!"
"I'm fine." I muttered. "How do I get out of here?"
"I'm not sure." He said quickly. "But I'm trying my best, Marcy."
I gulped. Should I tell him I killed mr.Kellen? But I didn't have to, the answer came quickly.
"And good for you, for killing my stepdad." Isaac laughed.
I smiled. A smile is never thought I'd see again.
"Oh! Uh....." I stuttered" I thought you'd-"
"Why would I be mad at you?" Isaac laughed. "Marcy! He tried to kill us!"
I slumped back in my seat, my handcuffs clinking together.
"Well, thanks." I replied.
"For what?" Asked Isaac.
"For still being my friend." I answered.
We paused.
"I'll get you out of here, Marcy." He promised.
Suddenly my handcuffs were unlocked.
"You've been proven innocent." Said the nurse.
"Oh thank you!" I gasped. I could've hugged her.
"No problem, dear." Said the nurse. "I knew you weren't a bad kid when they threw you in this dump in the first place!"
I smirked and looked back at Isaac. The nurse opened the glass door between us and let me through.
"Hey, and kid!" Shouted the nurse. I turned back around.
"Good luck!" She yelled, smiling. I smiled back and waved to her. I looked back at Isaac. He held up his arm for me to link it.
We walked back towards the front doors and threw them open.
And the world was bright again. Bright and ready for anything.
Except for one thing.
The thing that happened next.