September 25, 1982
267 days. And an endless amount of them more. That's the secret of this Prison. If you're guilty, this place will drive you so mad you'd die at some point. But. If you're innocent it may still drive you crazy, as I suppose it did with me, but never kill you.
And this is simply worse. It is torture. Death is a mercy, an end to it all, to all the pain. Life at this point is sucking itself out of your bones. And anything that held you tethered to this beautiful lie, at this point is gone.
Not thinking of my sisters. Not thinking of what had been between me and Tom. What could be. Anywhere I went, if I could, I would be followed by all those regrets.
Sometimes I hoped that Tom would speak to me, just to distract me with his pretty words. The words I once believed. What an idiot. What an idiot I had been. Willing to do anything for him without realizing that he wouldn't do any of it for me.
Yet like a fool, I hoped that he spoke to me, apologized for all of it, released me from his choking presence. That he talked with calmness, sincerity, love. That his soft hands gently touched my skin like they once did.
How did I get here.
Just to be clear, you used the Imperius curse on me, to control me, is that right?
"How very smart of you, Bella. If it makes you feel any better, you put a lot of fight to it. This is why your body was constantly shutting down and you were feeling like you were about to die. Why you were losing control."
And yet you did all of it, for what? To toy with me? So that I can be one of your precious trophies? Is that it? You did it just because you could.
"Precisely."
And he was gone.
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