Convict

01.

Someone once told me that ninety percent of our brain lies dormant. We only have use of ten percent of what our mind is capable of. I believe that a large part of the ninety percent lies within your subconscious, it is dangers, deceptive and waiting to be explored...

My name is Chloe Coulson, and this... Is my ninety percent.

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"Chloe wake up" Dad bounded into my room and flew my curtains open, daylight flooded my room. Groaning I shut my eyes tighter and pulled my duvet over my head to shield myself from the sunlight now filling my room "Dad, do you insist on blinding me every morning?"

"Get up...We have to go to work" He pulled my duvet off me with a hint of amusement in his voice. I huffed and stared at him "Why can't I just find a job somewhere nice?"

He smiled "Working in the prisons is nice"

"No dad...They are scary and they all look at me like I'm their next target" I shivered and turned my nose up at the thought

He rolled his eyes "This is why you sit in the office" I once again turned my nose up at him, the look of displeasure on his face mirrored my own. He finally rolled his eyes once more and let out a long sigh "Just get ready will you"

I grumbled at him as he turned his back and left my room closing the door behind him. I swung my legs out the bed and stood up, stretching my arms above my head and yawning as I did so. I left my room and walks towards the bathroom, pulling my towel off the banister as I went. I reached the bathroom locking the door behind me I turned the shower on and stepped in; letting the water run down my face in an attempt to wake myself up.

After showering I wrapped the towel over my hair and made my way back across the landing and into my bedroom. The four purple walls that had remained the same colour since I was about ten. I sat down on my bed and put my head in my hands, sighing deep and slowly I lifted my head pulling my hands down my face as I did. In the silence I could hear the muffled voices of my dad and Brother Henry coming from downstairs; angry voices as they argued as they did nearly every morning. I put my hands over my ears and shook my head, things have not been the same since we lost mom.

Dad always seemed lost, as thought he had no other purpose now. Henry was always angry; angry at me, at dad, angry at the world.

Me? I was just floating in limbo, numb and unaware.

The shouting had stopped, I stood and walked over to my uniform folded on the top of my drawers. Black, boot cut straight trousers, white button up shirt with black tie and black fleece jacket. I pulled the uniform on, buttoning the shirt up to the very top. Sliding the tie on and doing it up the way my dad had shown me a million times. I then pulled the brush through my mid-length brunette hair and pulled it up into a tight, smart bun out of my face.

As I finished getting ready it was still silent downstairs. I left my room and started making my way downstairs, the silence was almost deafening as I counted the stairs. I walked into the kitchen and pulled a bowl out to make myself some cereal. Henry came into the kitchen round the fridge and smiled at me.

"Morning" He smiled at me as he spoke "Sorry...Again"

I looked at him with a sad smile, it was always the same every morning, arguing had just become a part of their morning routine now. It wasn't healthy for them or their relationship a father and son. When mom was here they were so close, they did all the father/son activity's that a normal family would do. My dad would take Henry to his soccer practice whilst Mom and I would hang back at home, she would rush around the house getting her lists of jobs done before Dad and Henry returned home just so we could enjoy the rest of the day as a family