Cracked But Not Broken

Chapter One: Broken?

Months and months of torture only now am I losing hope. I thought Voltron would come and save me but here I am. Chained up to a chair bullets coming from the walls but never hitting me, only brushing me.

One buzzes past my forehead, grazing it slightly. At this point I don't even flinch, instead I slouch down in the chair and feel the blood drip down my face. If they don't come soon I will give up.

I'll miss Hunk. His smile when he cooks for the rest of the team. How anxious he gets when we try one of his new creations. I'm gonna miss his warm bear hugs, they always make me feel better.

I'll miss Pidge, even if they do get mad at me sometimes. I'm annoying and I know that now. Anyway they always apologizes if they snaps. If I don't make it I hope someone gets them to sleep on time. Their like a little sister I have to look out for.

I'll miss Coran. Coran, Coran that gorgeous man. Hopefully someone will help him with the chores, and listen to his stories. I always liked listening to his stories, they remind me of home.

I'll miss Allura and Shiro. When I goof off they get mad, but I only do it so they can let off steam. Shiro is like my idol and he's probably disappointed in me now. I was captured because I made a stupid mistake. Allura is probably disappointed too, I don't think she ever liked me. I just wanted her to like me.

And Keith. I'll miss him so much. I only created that dumb rivalry because I looked up to him. I only challenged him because I wanted to be just like him. During that rivalry I developed a teensy weensy crush. Now I'm never gonna be able to tell him.

I break out of my thoughts when the room silences. I don't know what's worse anymore silence or noise. The silence just make me get lost in my thoughts, which are dark and depressing. The noise scares me, it make me want to curl up in a dark corner. I hate it when one of the generals comes in and yells, mainly just things to lower my self esteem.

That's when I hear something break the silence. It sounds as if something is crashing into the side of the ship. It can't be them, can it? I think but don't feel anything. I don't feel excited or anxious. I just feel broken. Broken. I guess that's what I am now.

I don't hear anything as light streams into the room, completely disorienting me. The gunfire must've deafened me for the time being, it's not the first time I've gone "deaf" from their torture. I've been in this dark room for so long that when the light comes in it blinds me. Well there goes two of my senses.

The chains around my wrists and ankles disappear, just a little less pain for me to deal with. Hands cup my cheeks and wipe some of the tears off my cheeks. My vision returns but there's still a blurry haze, that's when I can make out the face. It's Keith.

His mouth is moving but I can't hear anything. After, what I guess is frustrated yelling, he gently takes my arm and drags me out into the hallway, blinding me once again.

A blind left, causing me to almost hit a wall. A blurry right, I stumble with my weak legs. Another right and I end up in my knees, heaving in breaths. I manage to get up to only meet the angry eyes of Keith.

He's been trying to keep cool this entire trip, I can tell. He moves with determination but he's tense with anger and maybe fear. Maybe he hates me more than I thought. But with this final stumble he snaps.

His mouth opens and closes quickly. The way he's using his hands I can tell he's yelling. And even though I can't hear him I flinch away and cover my head. Recent memories flashing through my brain.

His mouth gapes and his eyes soften as he realizes what he doing. He cups his hands around my face once again, bring me back to reality. He's speaking once more and I watch his lips to try to figure out what he's saying. I can make out the words sorry and keep moving and safe.

Safe. Safe sounds good.

754 words. I'll say that's a good start. Vote if you liked it and if you didn't don't. I don't have much to say now but I hoped you liked it. Until next time, Zoe signing off.