My breathing is shallow
The air is too thin
The demons are screaming,
I think they might win.
My vision is blurry,
My heart rate is slow,
No therapy can save me,
I think I'm letting go.
I wake up in a cell and the memories of gabby come flooding back and I scream. I pound on the door daring anyone to come on and take me. Gabby is gone. Dead. She didn't do anything and now she will never have that future that she wanted. She will never see her favorite bands in concerts again. Her BTS fan fictions will go unfinished and it is all because I couldn't get my act together. I am so tired, I slip down the wall of my cell, the chains that they used for her still on the wall covered in her blood. I remember back to the first time they brought her here. She was thrown in and she fell to the ground, looked at me and hopped right back up and charged for the door. She was always a spitfire. She was yelling threats at the guards until I told her to calm down. I was confused as to why she was here but she sat down next to me and told me the cheesiest joke I had ever heard. She told me about the outside world and what I had been missing. She made me laugh again. Maybe I could get better. I remember her in the mess hall always laughing drawing a crowd around her. Everyone flocked around her as if she were the sun and they were going to freeze to death. Over time the people in charge tried to break her and that made me mad. They saw that and they used it to break me. Force me into eating. The only thing in my life was being taken from me. Again.
I look at the wall and see a brick was lose so I started to reach out for it, straining against my chains that hold me by the waist so I don't jump a guard. I finally pull the brick out and a letter falls out. I read the letter and start to cry at what it says. It was a good bye letter.
I try to run at the door and I feel almost free until the chain around my waist pulls me back to reality and I fall back and hit my head.
Everything goes black.
