Forbidden

Cruel World

The cop cars passed the cemetery and I watched them chase a speeding driver. Little did that driver know that their fate could turn real bad real soon if they weren't careful. Or they could take someone else's life. Stupid drivers. Stupid humans.

My vision blurred as I watched sticky rain fall onto my tearful face. There I lie. For three days without food. Just sleep that was always interrupted by my screams. I expected the neighbors to do something about it. But I guess they couldn't hear me. Maybe it was all in my head. Maybe it was a dream. All of it. But I knew better than that by now, huh?

When I finally woke up, (and I mean, really woke up), I was in some sort of cold room on a hard, concrete floor. There was moonlight spilling through the window. I hear cheery, yet false voices outside a large door. I know that sound. It was just like everyone in my life. They all pretended they were happy. But none of us were. Ha. The story of the boy who died at sixteen and the girl who went crazy.

(this next part you don't have to read)

~I guess you really did it this time,
Left yourself in your warpath
Lost your balance on a tightrope,
Lost your mind tryna get it back

Wasn't it easier in your lunchbox days?
Always a bigger bed to crawl into
Wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything,
And everyone believed in you?

It's alright,
Just wait and see
Your string of lights is still bright to me
Oh, who you are i not where you've been

You're still an innocent

Did some thing you can't speak of,
But at night you live it all again
You wouldn't be shattered on the floor now,
If only you had seen what you know now then

Wasn't it easier in your firefly catchin' days?
And everything out of reach someone bigger brought down to you
Wasn't it beautiful runnin' wild till you fell asleep?
Before the monsters caught up to you

It's okay, life is a tough crowd
32 and still growin' up now
Who you are is not what you did

You're still an innocent

Time turns flames to embers,
You'll have new Septembers
Everyone of us has messed up too
Lights change like the weather
I hope you remember
Today is never too late to be brand new~

(now read)

A man comes in and asks her questions. But I never told him the complete truth. I never told him that Liam and I aren't-weren't actually related. Why? Because that will be our little secret. And now the memory binds with the present and it all finally makes sense. I smile.

"I guess now I'll be with Liam," I say with a little happiness.

The man looks up from his papers. "Miss Hester, you're not going to die."

I narrow my eyes in confusion-something I've felt a lot lately. "What? But the nurse outside said that there was a death of a patient down this hallway. She said so to another nurse. I'm the only one down this hallway! Speaking of, where am I anyway?"

The man sighed. "You are in a mental institution, miss Hester. And YOU are not dying. Your child is."

I gasped. "I'm NOT crazy! And my baby isn't dying without me!"

The interrogator shook his head. "I'm afraid so. The chances that it will survive to the point of childbirth is slim. It's a mutant child."

Standing up in outrage, I kicked the chair. "IT'S NOT A MUTANT BABY! IT'S MY BABY! LIAM'S BABY!"

"Yes, but that's just it-"

"No! It will survive. You'll see," my voice cracked.

He thought it was going to die because he still thought that Liam and I were related. What does he know? And I wasn't crazy, was I?

The interrogator stood up and made a curt nod. Then he left the room. What...?

Great. So I'm stuck in this 'mental institute' until I prove them that I'm not crazy. Well I'll show them. I'll show them all. Just as the man left, fresh tears smeared my vision and I looked at my hands, all cut and all.

"I love you, Liam," I sobbed.

I felt a small breeze.

Looking up, I saw what I never expected to see.

Liam.

^^^

A/N: Well, that's the end fellow readers:)
I will put up a sequel, though.
Don't freak out just quite yet.
Actually...go ahead;)