Prisoner

Knock, Knock

I can't think. After Mason mind-talked to me I just shut him out. He eventualy left when he saw he was getting no where. Back to the dark. It is everywhere, and no where. And it scares me. I hear feet shuffling down the corridor. Feet, or rats. I shiver. This place, its not good. Not good, not good, not good. 

I curl into a ball and start rocking back and forth, back and forth. I can keep it together in front of the doctors, but not in here, not all alone. It's so dark.

Dark, dark, dark. Forever.

My teeth start chattering. I grab the thin, little blanket they gave me and pull it around myself. It's black. Black, dark. Black, dark. Black, dark. No, no, no, no, no, no.

Maybe I am crazy. Maybe I have always been crazy. Maybe my gift is knowing that I am crazy and I can't do anything about it. It's just so dark. 

Can't think. Sleep. Dark. Sleep.

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I wake up. I always wake up. I wish I wouldn't.

"Here's your food, freak." A guard plunks a tray down.

'Freak'. Thats what they call me.

I pick at the little piece of meat, unidetifiable,and the piece of stale bread. There is a little cup of water too. I don't touch it. I don't touch any of it. I can't eat. If I don't eat, maybe I'll die. Then no one will have the problem of taking care of me.

Death. Dark death. I will die in the dark. A dark death. Seams fitting.

I start to curl into a ball again when the door opens.

"Hello Alexandria." 

It's Mason. I can't see him, I can't see anything, but I can tell by his voice. The kindness in it. I don't deserve kindness. Death, that is what i deserve. I turn towards the wall and rock back and forth.

"Alex. Please, I'm trying to help you."

I ignore him.He tries again, and again. no response.

"Fine, I will leave but I will come back everyday and try. I can help you." He turns and leaves.

Trying to help. Yeah thats what they say. The voices. The mean ones that call me worthless, the kind ones that tell me someone, somwhere values my life. Yeah right. It's just me and the darkness. You know what the scary thing is? I'm ok with that.

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He comes again. Everyday, just like he promised. He never forces me to go, just asks. I ignore him but somewhere deep inside the black abyss that is my heart, if I even have one, I begin to like him. He softens me. And I don't like it. 

"Hey Alex." Mason has started calling me that now.

He sits down just outside my cell. These conversations tend to take a long time now. 

"How are you?" He asks, then answers. "Oh, I'm fine Mason, how are you?" 

"I'm fine, thank you." I hear him shift a little. "Please Alex, say something, anything."

I open my mouth, but I can't talk. I have forgotten how.

He stands up.

I let out a moan, well I was trying to say 'stay' but ofcourse, it didn't work. He stops anyway.