Reality

Chapter 5

"You have to be careful Azure, these people are dangerous. They will hurt you, more than they already have." Seraphina's been lecturing me the passed 10 minutes as she dresses my wound on my head. She stuck the open wound together with some sticky gauze and medical crap to numb it. I can't concentrate. "Then why do you work for them?" I ask, I've been wondering ever since the day I got here. She sighs softly as she tops off the cut with a large band aid sticking it to my forehead down to my cheek bone. "Who else would? If I didn't work here, people like you wouldn't get the treatment they deserve when things like this happen."

"So there's other?" Her eyes move quickly to her supplies, she packs it up ignoring my question. "Take your medicine." She offers up the cup and I take it begrudgingly. "It looks good. I'll have it cleaned every other day, by next week I'm sure it wont be a bother." I watch her stand and carry the tray towards the door. Without turning around to me she says, "And please, don't run again."

My temple doesn't hurt till you poke it, the shaking is gone. I no longer feel the pain of having everyone against. Like I had run off the anger of never being understood. I now know that if someone is going to hurt me, then I will have to hurt them back. But ten times harder.

My transition from yesterday to whatever time it is today, shows improvement of mental capability. Something Price would've said. Getting myself out of depression and anger what a step towards getting myself out of here. I'm not entirely sure what's so motivating. There's nothing outside of these walls worth fighting for anymore. There's no home, there's no life outside of this except for being a wanted criminal. However, that thought still isn't holding me back from wanting more than these white walls.

I look up to the camera at the corner of the room, I've lost count of the days I've been here. I miss the sun, the wind, the sky. There were so many things I had taken advantage of. Last night in the middle of falling asleep or fainting from the blood loss I was taken from my bed and moved through the hallways swiftly. The only difference between this hour was the hallways dimmed lights. The atmosphere felt chilling and lonely. However, this new room must be an upgrade. Unlike my last, there's a desk and a chair. Prettied up to be a place where I was supposed to write letters to a loving family. There's paper and dummy pencils, so I couldn't create a shank. The bed's slightly bigger, or so it feels. The pillows are tough, I don't sink into it. It should feel like a hotel. I can only laugh at myself for having such condescending thoughts.

An idea pops into my head. I take a deep breath, anger always got me somewhere right. Whether it was down a few hallways, or up Price's ass. "What now?! I sit here and rot?" I yell at the camera. "Anyone care to join me?" My arms swipe across the table and throw the papers across the floor. "Let me out of here!"

I turn around and tear the blanket off my bed, ripping the sheet off of the mattress and taking the pillows over to the desk. One by one I stab the fabric with the pencil, tear it open to the carcass of fluffy cushion inside. I shake it out and throw it into the air playfully. "Play with me Price!" Taunting him seems like it'll do the trick, making it feel like he's no longer in control. As if he was in the first place. I run over to the door and bang my fists against it until they turned raw, even then I stepped back and kicked it with everything I got. "Come on, asshole!" I take one last kick to the door I hunched over out of breath. I laugh catching my breath, "I'm going to get out of here! Or you're gonna have to let me out once you get tired of pampering me and making my room look pretty!"

I smiled up at the camera, "Thanks by the way." I grab the bleach white chair and lift it over my head throwing it at the camera. It didn't make it far before it came crashing down onto the floor. I stumble back dodging the legs as one snaps off and slides across the mess I had made. No way I could just stop there, I flip the desk on it's side and drag the mattress off the bed. "Damn I'm good. I should be an interior designer when I get big and strong!"