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Prisoner

4 reminiscence

A few minutes after the soldier had left; Harry and I both sat in shock. Nothing like that had ever happened in the time I'd been here. It was bizarre, really to see a soldier actually acknowledge a prisoner, let alone unlock his handcuffs for no apparent reason.

I heard Harry shift on the other side of the room, then the small light from the flashlight illuminated the once dark room. He met my eyes, and we held each other's stunned gazes for a few seconds.

"That was . . .," Harry trailed off, unable to find a word that was sufficient enough to describe the situation.

"Interesting," I finished for him, running a hand through my short dirty hair. It stuck to my cheek.

He rose to his full height, still rubbing his sore wrists thoughtfully. "Why would he do that?" He mumbled rhetorically. I shrugged as an answer anyway, being just as puzzled as he was.
I wanted answers. I needed answers. I was sick of living in this confined space wondering if my family was alive or dead, and being pushed around by arrogant assholes in uniforms. But it seemed I would never get any; answers, that is.

Harry cleared his throat and walked over to sit beside me. "The people who brought me here thought I was dangerous because I lashed out at two soldiers when they tried to hurt . . . someone important to me," he said randomly, whispering the last part. His eyes held a hidden pain. "I stabbed one to death and strangled the other. After that, they said I was dangerous and they kept me handcuffed." He swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "I still don't get why they didn't kill me."

His poker face had seemed to fall slightly, giving me a small glimmer of the pain inside him. He was usually so good at keeping all of his emotions locked up, but now I could see that maybe he felt some of the same pain I did.

Just then, something slid under the door behind me, and my head snapped in the direction of the familiar sound. I gasped and stumbled toward the paper plate, falling to my hands and knees once I reached it. I probably looked animalistic as I devoured the tasteless food in front of me, but I didn't care. I was starving.

"Hey," I faintly heard Harry whisper beside me.

I ignored him. I needed this.

"Stop!" he said more firmly, grabbing my shoulder and shaking me.

I finally looked up at him, meeting his electric green eyes as I shoved him off of me.

"The-the food is mine too. We have to . . . share," he whispered hesitantly, motioning to the paper plate in my hands.

I looked back down at the already demolished meal and immediately felt a pang of guilt. There was only one plate of food for the both of us, and I hadn't even thought about Harry.
I wiped my mouth with my threadbare sleeve and nodded, holding out the plate to him. He gratefully took it and stretched his hand out to me. I let him help me up off the cold concrete floor, and then we both walked over to the empty bed on the other side of the room. I watched a cockroach scamper across the floor, pulling on my hair as Harry sat down and tore the piece of bread in half. He offered me one side. I smiled weakly, lowering my frail body down beside him and accepting the bread.

We began eating slowly and calmly; something I was not accustomed to. I always ate quickly and greedily, and that method often made me lose half my meal in a corner of the dark cell. I knew it wasn't healthy, but I was always so hungry; I just couldn't help it.

When we'd finished the small plate of food, Harry leaned back on the wall behind him and sighed contentedly. "Not the best meal I've had, but it sure felt nice to eat again," he said.
I nodded silently, pulling on my hair again. I was beginning to think it was a habit I had.

A dimpled smile suddenly crossed his face, and he laughed a little. "I remember at my mum's house when she would make dinner," he shook his head at the memories, and I felt a sudden pang in my chest. "I would always insist on cooking for her. I loved cooking." The smile stayed on his face as he reminisced.

I closed my eyes, trying not to think of my family and their fate in this sick world of greed. I missed them terribly, and to hear Harry talking about his own family triggered anxious thoughts that I had tried to put to rest many times before. A wave of sudden panic that I would never see them again swept over my psyche, and I quickly stood up from the bed, still pulling at my hair.

"Tess!"

"Mom!"

"No! Please don't take my baby from me!"

"I'll find a way to get back, mom! I promise!"

I began to shake my head back and forth, slowly at first, then more violently as my thought process began to over power my senses.

"Tess?" It was one of the few times Harry had said my name, and also one of the even fewer times that he sounded concerned; but I ignored him.

My chest began to rise and fall rapidly, and a small whimper fell from my lips. "I hate them. Let me kill all of those bastards and get out of here!" I began yelling and sprinting towards the door. I grabbed the handle and yanked on it over and over again in attempts to open it, but with no such luck.

"Tess!" Strong hands grabbed my waist, and I was gently, but firmly pulled backwards. My back collided with Harry's chest, but I kept screaming at the top of my lungs and struggling to get away from him. "Tess, stop. They'll hear you screaming."

I had no idea what was going on. I was losing it.

Harry picked me up and held me tightly so I would stop thrashing around, and in time I did. Wearily, I let my limbs go limp and my head fall backward onto Harry's chest as I sobbed out the names of my family. A relieved sigh emitted from his dry lips, and he began walking slowly across the room.

My alertness was falling to shambles as he gently set me down on my uncomfortable bed, but I quickly reached out and grabbed his hand before I could fade into the darkness of my dreams.

"S-stay with me," I whispered. I didn't want to be left alone. It was so cold, and I was lonely and sad.

He sighed and chewed his lip indecisively, but then slowly lay down on the small bed beside me. I shivered and Harry hesitantly wrapped his arms around me for warmth. Despite myself, I smiled. Somehow in this dark and hope-sucking place, I was still able to find something to smile about.

Notes

hey so im having my ACT test tomorrow (pray for me pls lol) and i might be going to a concert tuesday night and then im leaving for florida on wednesday for like two weeks so ive got a full schedule xD i might update while im gone but dont count on it lol love you xx

Comments

@FarTooYoungToDie
Yay!!! (: xx

Mrs. Styles1913 Mrs. Styles1913
1/17/15

@Mrs. Styles1913

omg thank you :) and i definitely will x

Oooo I love it!! UPDATE!! I GOTTA KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!!!! xD <3

Mrs. Styles1913 Mrs. Styles1913
1/16/15