Imagine [L.H]

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LACEY'S POV:

So much is happening and I can't process it at all.

I have siblings, only one is alive, my mother is dead.

I like Luke and he likes me back, we kissed.

Katy is alive and will eventually find out Luke knows she's alive, or she'll try to find him.

I knocked out James which means I'll either get punished, kicked out, or dismissed.

But the thing I can't stop thinking about is what Katy said; why do we have to wear masks when outside the walls, if our backyards lead to the forests?

And I still have yet to figure out what the hell happened to my arm and why there's a glowing thing inside of me.

I want to talk to Ashton first, he has yet to talk and I want him to talk to me.

I'm worried about so many things, and how they'll go out that I didn't even notice I was home already.

It was going to be eight, I might as well get ready to go to bed.

I made my way towards me room, opening the door and stepping into the place I sleep in.

I opened one of my drawers, taking out my sleepwear, I quickly tugged them on and say down at my mirror.

Does Luke like me back?

Well, he did kiss me and kind of dropped a few hints here and there.

I huffed in frustration; I have so many unanswered questions.

I ran a brush through my somewhat tangled hair, pulling my hair together with an elastic.

I had bags under my eyes, and my slightly transparent shirt exposed the slashes across my back.

They had never hit me that hard, they never left me cuts this deep.

I slightly pulled up my shirt to look at the side of my stomach, I had a big scar there too, showing me how many mistakes I had made.

I have been tortured twenty-three times, after the first couple times I no longer felt pain.

That made me feel inhuman, not being able to feel.

I felt empty inside because physical pain no longer caused me harm.

I have been so hypnotized into not feeling that I now feel stupid for ever believing it was right.

Luke was right; I am only human. I must feel to experience life to the fullest.

I want to be free, I want to leave.

But I don't want to at the same time.

There is nothing holding me back besides the brother I never knew I had.

Maybe I should try and convince Ashton to come with me, I doubt he'd want to tag along.

I have been doing a lot of thinking.

It has its ups and downs, positive and negative sides, but it's a natural thing.

I shook the thoughts out of my head and stood up from where I was sitting and walked into my kitchen.

I still haven't eaten dinner.

Should I skip dinner like I did yesterday?

I decided on eating and grabbed the plate titled; third day, dinner.

I sat down at the dinner table, slowly twirling my fork into the spaghetti in the plate in front of me.

Why is thinking considered bad?