Beautiful Tragedy

Eight

                     Kayleigh POV

Bellamy kept his word this time. I never did take a step out of this cell, and no one ever came in, not that I saw. I was given two meals a day, but I don't even know how they appeared.  Maybe the door was opening when I was too far inside of my open head to even know. I eat the food, almost mechanically, not even tasting it as I swallow it down. I needed to keep my strength up, needed to be ready, ready for anything. My eyes burn as I rub tiredly at them. It had gotten to the point now where I don't even know when the last I slept was, how low long I'd been stuck here.

Days, yes. How many, that I wasn't sure.

I feel my eyes close on their own accord before leaning my head back against the wall.

"Just a few minutes." I tell myself.
   
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When I open my eyes again the lights are dimmer, the surface under me hard and uncomfortable, but none of that matters.  Because I'm back home, and so is she.

"Momma.. There's no way out."

I had searched everywhere, but just like here my new home only had one way in, one way out.

"There was a way." she breaths out laying on her side facing me. "He left the door open, you didn't fight to get out." Her brown green eyes stared back at me in disappointment.

"The door was unlocked every time you drug their bodies out. Why didn't you leave." I whispher back to her, almost afraid of what her reaction to my words would be.

"You know why." She says reaching out, pushing some of my hair back from my face.

"I can't kill him."

I couldn't kill Bellamy, not for my freedom, not for our son.

"You're letting your love for him keep you prisoner." She says as her eyes darken. "You're running out of time." She says as the baby begins to stir. "He'll be here soon."

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"Kayleigh." A voice calls to me pulling me away from the dream and back to my new reality.

Tilting my head to look up I see the other person I had let in. The one who swore she was on my side. Abby.

I didn't know the exact moment when I truly began to hate her as much as I did the others, but I did. Trusting her was my fault, I should've known better. The warnings were all there, and I ignored all of them.

"The way you looked that night terrified me. It was like looking at a ghost. Your eyes cold and lifeless just like hers."

She admitted she was terrified of my mother that, that was all she saw when she looked at me, was what I would become. A deadlier version of her. It didn't matter that I had saved them multiple times, had saved her life.

And how did they repay me? How did she thank me for giving her, her life?

By keeping me caged just like they did my mother.

Nothing I did would ever make a difference to these people.

"How long." I finally ask

"It's been a week-

"How long until you stop pretending you care?" I say pushing myself up to my feet, inching closer to the glass. I didn't care to know how long I've been sitting in here. "Until you realize you will never control me, just like you couldn't control my mother."