Revealed.

Chapter Twelve: My Cell

When I wake up today, I am not in my usual bedroom. Along one wall is the twin bed I was thrust upon. The walls are made of smooth concrete that is only interrupted by the steel bars that are about ten feet from where I lay. I look around the cell. In the middle of the concrete floor, there is a small, round grey rug. On the wall opposite from my bed, there's a very small plywood bookshelf. The shelf contains books like Jane Erye, Romeo and Juliet, and Kidnapped. How ironic. In the far left corner of my cell, there's a small toilet and a mirror. That's all. 

I pull the treadbare blanket off of me and sit up. That's when I notice the angel gaurd sitting a few feet from the locked door of my cell. I stand uneasily and my bladder does a somersault inside of me. 

"Sorry, I know I don't have the right to ask you for a little bit of privacy, but could you maybe cover your ears so I can pee?" I ask, my voice hoarse. He doesn't react to my words, just sits there. 

"Excuse me?" I say a little louder, "did you hear me?" I ask sassily. My patience is wearing thin and I really, really have to pee. He laughs at me and shakes his head, as if I'M being ridiculous. I realize, then, that I won't get an ounce of privacy from this man so I stomp all the way to the toilet. It's only 8 steps away, but still. I yank up the hostpital gown I've been wearing and pee quickly, avoiding looking at at the strange man. When I finish, i look into the tiny mirror they've provided and I taken in my facial appearance. My pale skin looks even paler and my grey eyes are bloodshot. I've got big purple circles under my eyes. It looks like I was punched in the nose by a gorilla. I furrow my eyebrows and step away from the miror.

I move towards the weak bookshelf and grab the tattered copy of Romeo and Juliet.

"Would you like a book?" I ask my captor. He still doesn't say anything so I plop down on the little round rug in the center of my puny cell. As I open the book, I can't help but think of Casper. What is he doing right now? I hope he's okay. And Bianca. Just because she hurt me on accident doesn't mean I want her in any way, shape or form hurt. She's my best friend. My heart pangs and I hold back tears. I miss my only two friends in the entire world and I dont't even know if they're okay. 

"Sure. I'll take The Hunchback of Notre Dame," he says, breaking up my personal moment. He has brilliant timing. I grab the book and drop it between the bars of the cell. I step back to sit on my little carpet and smile to myself. 

We sit there and read for the rest of the day. I assume it was a day. There's no way to tell in the darkness of this room. Nearing the end of our reading time, my eyes began to hurt and my back hunched. I dog ear the page I was on and lay in my pitiful little bed. Time sure flies when you're having fun, I think sarcastically, and close my eyes for the night.