His Fallen Grace|In Progress

|Solitary Confinement|

It was cold. My fingers resting upon my second story window. The rain hitting the glass in soft patters as the clouds closed in on the open blue sky.

I peered up as the thunder started. Bright light crossing within the clouds, the beauty of it made a smile crawl upon my face.

It's been awhile since I smiled, I thought to myself, as I trailed my finger over the running droplets on my window. My heart constricted as flashbacks crossed my mind. Eyes crinkling as tears slowly cascaded down my cheeks and onto my pillow.

I curled my body into a ball as I silently cried, my bandaged arms now wrapped around me as I leaned into the wall beneath my window.
My cries heard only by the company of the white padded walls. Solitary confinement they called it. Not that it would really stop me, but they didn't need to know that.

Grey padded walls was what surrounded me in the potential hell. The room was spacious enough to move but not big enough to do something stupid-if that made any sense at all.

Not that sense would do anything for anyone at this point. I mean if you're in here it clearly means that you don-

My trail of thought was cut off by the sweet sound of a door opening, too bad I wasn't the one opening it.

I didn't need to turn around to know who it was, his cologne was the perfect giveaway. Always was and always will be.

I guess not everythings changed huh?

I blinked as I heard him clear his throat, the tension within the room was as thick as the guilt I had to swallow from what I had done.
Guilt. Yes, that is what I said. Just swallowing some thick ol' guilt, nothing nasty you freaking perverts.

He turned, almost hesitantly towards me, as if approaching a wild animal. Which wouldn't be off track, given what I had done to land myself in this dark and lonely room.

"I.. I uh.. was wondering how you were, uhm...doing," he said as he chuckled nervously, his arm coming up to rub the back of his neck as he shifted from one foot to the other. The movement echoing through the room before he stood still and casted his gaze to the ground.

Beautiful. The Lord must have really loved this man to give him such precious eyes.

"I know what happened Flower."

I froze.

Flower.

The name I had gotten when I first arrived here. Delicate, they had called me.

I scoffed.

If only they knew.

I guess I didn't scoff soft enough because pretty eyes decided to look up. The best things he's done all day. His eyes trailing over me at a slow motion, drinking in my sunken skin, my hollow cheeks and the raccoon rings under my eyes. I wasn't myself, I admit but his gaze just felt so overwhelming, as if he didn't in fact see a monster before him.

Lord bless his soul.

"Care to enlighten me on what you are referring to pretty eyes?" I asked him with slight humour in my tone. Of course I knew what he meant, but seeing him squirm and those oh-so kissable lips of his sputtering out nonsense always made my day.

Not to mention, hearing someone else list off all my wrongdoings, killings, killings and oh yes, more killings, just did it for me.

Now don't get me wrong, I do feel a little bit guilty... Which yes would be weird given the fact that I seem to enjoy torturing people-pretty eyes; but, deep down, I do feel a little remorse from what I did to those people.