Revenge

They took her in the night.

No force on this earth could fill the hole that my friend's death had left me with. Nothing could make this pain go away. I just wanted to shout, and scream at the top of my lungs... "How could you do it?!? How could you..." I wanted to them PAY for the things they had done. To me, to Rosie, to this whole messed-up life that I was still living.

I couldn't even describe the feeling, one moment she was there, and then she, just, wasn't. The best thing in my life was gone, and there was nothing I could do. The whole town thought I was guilty, guilty of murder in the first degree; even my own parents thought their precious daughter was a killer. The daughter who they had spent years looking after, tending to my every need, making sure I was happy... But even they couldn't make this go away.

Only I could.

It was only hours after it happened that I woke up here. Lying on the metal, taking in a breath of cold, dirt-filled air. I remember what I thought about in that moment, the moment that I found out. That moment of pain, of suffering and heartbreak. I thought about my parents, how embarrassed they must've been at my trial, how distraught when I was found guilty. I just couldn't find the right way tell to tell them the truth, they'd die if they knew who really did it.

I scan my surroundings, searching for any means of escape and peacefully watching the shadows of the clouds dancing along the floor. These walls held secrets, I could just tell by looking at them, secrets that no one should know, secrets that could send whole families into ruin. Secrets: that's all the world is, a web of lies, of twisted affairs and gruesome deaths.

The area around the cage is quite beautiful, I thought to myself. A snowy domain, like that of in a fantasy novel. Even the birds, Bohemian waxwings, fly happily around, chirping to their hearts content. But my glance is slowly drawn to something else.

On the far-side, bolted to the wall, was a portrait, secured into an old, rustic frame. Staring me right in the face. For a quick millisecond I really believed it was her, that all of it was a dream, that I still had my best friend. And then I woke up. It hit me all over again, what had happened, at bullet speed.

I stare at her finely groomed locks, black as night, cascading down her model-like shoulders. And her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes; as pure as the ocean itself, almost like an illusion.

Revenge.