alone, forever......possibly

Alone...forever,possibly. Prt 5

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also! Aaron's photo is displayed on the side!!!!!!!

if people couldn't get to hallie gwen's photo again, it's on the right side underneath the report abuse button it should say external link anyway its on the last prt

anyway here's deven's photo, its in the external link on this prt :) sry for the inconvience...

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Deven:

I woke up with a start. An excessive amount of sweat beads were collected on my forehead and my shirt was soaked. I looked down and found that my feet were shaking and blue and my hands were numb and red.

Red. Glowing red. His eyes were that color, full of hatred and anger and ferocity. If only the terrifying dreams would stop. I wish Aaron was here. He used to comfort me and wake me and make my screaming stop every night. He would hold me and brush his fingers through my hair until I had calmed down and understood that my nightmare was only a delusion. He would sneak out of his prison room to see me.

Before, when Aaron was here, my nightmares were about Ryan, how he shut me in here and killed my family. The most common one was when I would see Hallie Gwen, dead on our kitchen floor, our mother upstairs, wasted and Collete and Sadie crying. They would cry and hold Hallie in their arms until they too were killed by Ryan. Logan would then come in and clear the bodies while Ryan went to go deal with Mom.

Sometimes, I still get that dream, but now, most of my nightmares are about Aaron. Sometimes, he's on Ryan's side and laughing at me. Other times he's a demon, wanting to kill me. In another frequent dream I see him coming to help me and comfort me and then all of a sudden he appears dead at my feet.

These are the dreams that terrify me most.....because I'm petrified to think that they might be real or resemble some truth.

Aaron and I were best friends. We had met two years before we were kidnapped. I showed him how to hunt and he told me about his political views and secrets about the government. Apparently, Thrail isn't really fighting Gnoshi. Our troops are being sent to camps for a few years of "training" since we already have too many soldiers on the front line. But there really isn't any need for soldiers because there is no fighting with Gnoshi and every man is sent to a camp to endure conditional and endurance trials. He spoke about how Astos and politicians are fighting against these people called "spies". They're hard to find and distinguish and their sole purpose is to retrieve your secrets. They look at you, observe your actions, watch what you do and say until they have found what they want. And if they think you're dangerous, they take you. At least, that's what Aaron said.....

Aaron was beautiful. With his height and face, he had all the Thrailean girls swooning over him. Every girl but me that is, he was always just my friend. Nothing more. But he's gorgeous, I'll give him that. His brown hair and brown eyes clearly mark him as a Thrailean but his height and posture identifies his uniqueness. He was never very athletic; instead he fascinated himself in the modern world and how things worked. He would wonder how North America was the only country left in WWIII and how our government came to be. I'm pretty sure he found his own answers but decided to keep those to himself. But he was always interested in politics and how the world's system worked.

The cold water tingled on my face as I came to a realization of my surroundings, each momentary vision of my dream fading away. My shirt was still drying on the bedpost as I dumped some water on my head. It wasn't the exact definition of clean, but it was the cleanest I could get here.

I started humming to myself as I walked across the room. I remember Collete singing it to Sadie but I'm not sure what the words were or what the title was.

As I walked, the door opened, revealing Logan and a tray of food in his hands.

He glanced at me then turned bright red.

"I'm, I'm sorry." he stammered. "I didn't mean to..."

At first I was confused, but then I supposed he was embarrassed to see me with my bra and no shirt on. He started to back up towards the door.

"Hang on. Don't get your panties up in a bunch." I said.

I threw on the still-wet shirt and took the tray from him. He just nodded. He sat in the worn chair and watched as I ate in silence. This was the customary greeting. I would say maybe one sentence and then that was it. Nothing else. Of course, he was lucky for me to even say that, if he were Ryan, I wouldn't say a word.

As I ate, I began to notice the food on my plate had become fancier than usual. Instead of a bowl of unsweetened oatmeal and stale bread, there were two side cups, one of sugar and one of cinnamon next to the bowl.

I looked up at Logan, puzzled, only to receive no reaction. He just simply watched.

"Ryan might come in today." he said. "He said he wanted to do a surprise inspection."

I just nodded. This wasn't unusual. Ryan would come in, see if the place was filthy, which always was and couldn't be helped, and then proceed to either scold me and take away my next meal. Or both. I personally preferred the skipping of the next meal.

I ate my breakfast quickly but instead of handing the tray off to Logan and him exiting (which was customary), I handed the tray to him and he set it down on the floor and continued to sit on the chair.

"I heard you screaming last night." he said quietly. "Are you okay? Do you need anything? I feel like I'm an awful person for not doing anything to help you."

I refused to answer him and turned my back to him. I stood there, staring at the corner, as I bit my tongue trying to hold back tears and screams.

"I know this seems horrible," he said, "but it will turn out okay in the end, I promise."

Still no answer from me.

"Please Deven. I need you to understand this. If you think of this as a happy place and talk to Ryan and I, we can get you out of this dump. I can help you."

I turned back around at him and clenched my fists. How could he say that? Understand that this is a happy place? Think that this prison, a room with concrete walls and cement floor with only a disgusting sink, is happy?

"No, you can't help me Logan. No one can. Thanks to you and Ryan, my new home is worse than an abandoned prison with only a sink. Do you know how vile and corrupted that makes a person's life?!" I screamed. "Not only do you do that, but you also take all of my hope for living and throw it away, destroying my family's lives one by one as if they were garbage! And you expect me to happy!? And talk to the people who did this!" I pointed to one of the many video cameras that the guards used to watch me.

"THIS should make me happy?!? Being held here, against my will, wanting to die but not even having that right should make me happy!? I don't want your help! You would just make it harder for me, don't you understand!? I don't want to talk! I don't want to wait so it will "turn out okay in the end"! You've ruined my life! And ruined my sisters' and Aaron's and even my mother's! You killed them....." I started to break down into tears. "You killed them......"

I buried my face in my knees as my tears rolled down my cheek catching at the bottom of my lip. I then heard the sound of the door opening and closing.

He had left and I was alone.