Music is my voice...

I had to leave...

"sir she has started talking again," The strange woman tells prisoner 208.

"I see," 208 says from across the glass blocking the two.

"She has also moved from where she was left, she has also become very close to an Italian boy," the woman adds.

208 nods his head, "I've heard that in a couple of months I will be getting out for good behavior.

"I see. And I presume you will be needing a place to stay?"

"You'd let me stay?"

"I happen to live in the same area as your deadbeat daughter."

~~~~

I woke up with a sore throat and puffy cheeks.

"What happened?" I asked, holding my throat.

Luca hands me a water and tells me I've been crying all night, but why?  I greedily gulp the water down, my throat feels better as the liquid hits my tonsils.

Luca turns on the TV and turns on the stove. I pay attention to the news, too lazy to turn the channel.

"Prisoner 208, will be released within a month," The newscaster says as she is in front of the prison.

208... 208...

The number regails itself in my memories and I fall back in my chair, the glass in my hand crashing to the ground and splitting into a million pieces.

"Anyio, anyio, anyio..." I say the Korean word over and over again, to scared to say anything in English.

"Calm down!" Luca says, lifting me back up to my feet. I don't understand him. My legs wobble and I fall back onto the ground, my hands falling on the glass, cutting into my skin.

I am too scared and disoriented to care about the pain that shoots into my hands and the red the puddles from underneath my hands.

Luca is shouting something as he runs into the kitchen.

He wasn't supposed to be released from jail for another 15 to 20 years. What's going to happen to me?

I know what I need to do- rather, go.

Luca comes back, I am calmed down.

"What was that?!" He says, holding tweezers and a damp towlett. I shrug in response.

"Do you know prisoner 208 or something?" He asks, taking out a few small pieces of glass, making me wince in pain.

"I guess so, he did some really bad stuff. So I had a bit of a panic attack." I say as he wipes the blood with the wet towlett and sprays some disinfectant spray.

"Try not to break all of our cups when you have your panic attacks," He tells me jokingly while wrapping my hand in medical cloth.

I give him a smile that doesn't quite reach my eyes.

"You still wanna go out and explore the town?" He asks me with a concerned look on my face.

"I think I'll pass, but I want you to go." I tell him, not giving him an option.

He realises that I wont back down on this and nods sadly.