Hey, so I got a request to do story story so here it is! I hope you like it!
“I’m so sorry I let this happen. I promised I would keep you safe and I failed. I’m sorry Sloan.” He whispered. It traveled trough his cell and into mine. I could hear the pain in his voice, the sense of failure. And yes he did fail at protecting me, and yes this is all his fault and yes. I’m pissed off. But.
But I still love him. And that’s why I’m pissed. I’m pissed because I loved him in the first place. I don’t get how this all works; why would I love someone who hurt my family? Someone who help in the murder of my younger brother? If this is love, I don’t want it. Although, I’m afraid I’ve already paid the price to be in it.
I sigh and grip the bars tightly, listening to him apologize over and over again. I stop him.
“Shut up Cole.” I say. My voice is firm and steady. But I know he can still read my emotions, I’m sure of it. That was one of the things I loved about him. The way that he understood me. I guess I still love it. If I still love him.
“Your brother’s not dead.” He says quickly, words almost flying at me. I hear fear in them. Something that doesn’t often happen to Cole. Fear is rare for him while it’s always present for me. Another I love.
“What?” I ask, wishing I could see his face, to see if he’s lying or not. I wish I could read him like he could read me. I try to imagine his dusty hair and golden eyes matching expressions but it doesn’t work. I only come up with reactions of past memories, things I don’t want to drag up.
“Look, I have something implanted in me and if I say something they don’t want me to say, I get pain. And a scar, for the reminder of the pain. Anyway, your brother’s alive. They didn’t want me to know that. I love you.” All of a sudden there’s a thrashing in the cell next to mine. Cole’s cell. Then a scream. He’s not lying, the pain is real. Therefore, the words are too. I try to see him but the cell blocks my view. What kind of pain is he going through?
“Cole? Cole?” I ask, when the screams silent. “Cole? Is it done? Is that all it was?”
“Miss Sloan Turner.” A sharp voice makes me turn. A man sits in a chair in front of my cell. When did he get there? Is this another one of their tricks? I can’t tell anymore. I strain my ears for any sign of Cole. Is he still alive? Is that he’s being so quiet? Because he’s dead? Please don’t let him die, I pray to no one in particular. “We have a lot to talk about.”
“Is he alive?” I ask urgently. They man can see him. Can tell if he’s alive.
“We have a lot to talk about.” He repeats. “That is not one of them.”
“Is he alive?” I ask, harsher.
“When did you meet Agent 17?” The man wears a white suit and a red tie that has dark red paint splatters. One of the splatters lander on the white suit, marring it. I have a feeling the splatter wasn’t from a bloody nose.
“Few weeks ago. And his name is Cole. Is he alive?” I ask, almost crying. I need to know.
“Of course he’s alive will you please come down. If you keep you head about you, you will realize that I would not kill a valuable asset unless I have to.” He pauses, “How did you meet him.”
“I’m not telling you.” I say, the story is very personal. Nothing this bloody man needs to know. I massage the bars with my scabby fingers, they’re so battered from the last few weeks when all of this happened.
Cole showed up at my door, dying. Or so I thought. Apparently a group was after him. They had attacked him and he had barely escaped. I had asked him how he found me and he just smiled a little and told me that he had knocked on a random door. He told me this one felt right. I got him to a hospital and once he was more alive then dead, he told me that I was in danger. That I had been seen with him and the group was going to come after me too. I believed him. Or maybe he wasn’t lying about that part. I don’t know any more. We ran off together. Running from the group. I think at one point we were actually running from the group because there was fear in Cole’s eyes. One of the only emotions that I could read. Anyway, a couple days before we were caught. We both we said we loved each other. And we kissed each other. It was small but it was powerful. And when the group caught us and let Cole go. I felt betrayed. And when they shot my six-year-old brother in front of me. I felt really really really betrayed. I didn’t want to kill him though. I still hung on to the hope that he was being controlled, that when he kissed me that I loved the real him. Not a made up version. Then we were put in this cell together, which means he must have done something wrong, and he started apologizing. And we are all caught up. And I’m not going to tell the blood man my story. Because my first love ended up in a train wreck and he doesn’t need to know that.
I don’t know who or what this group is though, I don’t know what they want or what they are looking for. All I know is I don’t have it. I had a normal life until Cole and I plan to go back to it. If I don’t die first. Because if my brother is alive, then I can stop this group from destroying him as they destroyed my heart. So I will get out of here and I will forget about Cole the best I can and I will move on. Because I’m 15, I have a lot more life to live. This is what I keep telling myself anyway.
So, what do you think, good? Bad? Whatever? Kinda ok but boring? Tell me what you think and I’ll try and improve it. See you later!