I'm running. No, sprinting. I'm in a tunnel. I need to get to the end. I keep running, and I can't reach my goal. Suddenly, a thought crosses my mind. "Why am I running?" I suddenly slump down to the ground.
I wake up. I haven't had that dream in three years. I sit yup and look at Cole. I can already see the effects of jail on his face. His cheeks are hollow and there are dark circles under his eyes. We split a piece of bread and some water. I sit and listen as he talks about his family. About his dad, who betrayed him, about his mom, who called the police when she found out what he was, and about his insane aunt Bethany who poured cereal on him.
Suddenly a order rings through the air. "GREGORY! I WANT PRISONERS 7395, 7397, AND 7399!" A man goes around and unlocks the cells of those who were called. A cell mate of someone who was called tries to escape, and is swarmed by guards. Someone drags him off, dead. Hot tears streak down my cheeks. I don't want anyone else to die. I don't want to see them carry Cole's body off as if he were the trash. I look away from Cole, but the image still comes to me.
Cole, blood streaked hair, once shining eyes now lifeless, bruised and cut. Dragged across the cement floor by someone who doesn't know his name, let alone how awesome and caring and sweet he is. I can't let that be his fate. I care about him too much.
The horrible image that came to me makes me realize what I know about Cole: he's caring and sweet and funny and generous and amazing and just generally the best human I have ever met. I smile at him an he smiles back at me, and so badly I want to tell him, but I know we'll both be dead within a week, and I battle internally until I finally come to a decision.
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