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"My thoughts are always stirring. My brain is always awake. I can see you, though I am stuck in this white cell. I am a genius, yet I am treated as an animal and put inside this cage.
'This is unfair,' I think, knowing that no one really cares what I think.
I'm in your room. I can see you. Still feel what you did to me. How you made me feel when I was still free. Before they know my thought and analyzed my words. Before my life was abruptly brought to a halt.
No. I'm lying. I can't really remember. I can't even remember what Jenny looks like. You remember Jenny - I talked about her a lot. You never met her though. But it's as if you had. Known her you know.
No. You probably don't. You used to understand me. You probably moved on. No time left to waste on some girl in a white box. Some girl behind a piece of plexiglass.
I'm not like this all the time. I swear. I'm just tired of pent-up emotions. It's getting annoying. Like I'm annoying to you. I annoy you, don't I? I'm annoying you know, aren't I? Telling you all your faults?
Did SHE annoy you? I think she almost adored you more than I do. That's why it had to be done. But I never got to finish. She never learned her lesson.
But I prefer not to talk about that right now. I'm sure we would both rather it be left unsaid.
You never tried to rescue me like you said you would. You said you didn't care about HER. That she was a pawn to you. But that you cared about ME. That you were more sure of your love for me than anything else. More than anything ou had been sure of before.
But you lied. "

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"I left you a note. on your desk. did you read it?" I asked Damion.
He stares at me as if I'm talking nonsense. He tends to do that a lot, when he visits. His visits, however, have been becoming less frequent.
"Brooke, how old are you?" he asks slowly, as if I'm a small child.
"They say I'm fifteen. But I don't feel fifteen."
"Brooke, you're eighteen years old! You have to get out of this prison! What happened to the happy, flirty, sexy, wild-child, rebel chick I knew?" he asked desperately. As if he hadn't known it.
"She died when they brought me here." I sighed.
"Guard!" he called. A guard rushed in, expecting trouble.
"Get her out of there."
"I'm sorry, sir, I can't."
"Get her out, NOW."
"Sir, I can't do tha-"
"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU CAN AND CAN NO DO, JUST GET HER OUT OF THERE!"
The guard sighed, defeated. That was a new one. They usually never give up. I wonder how much money Damion had paid these people to let me out. But, nonetheless, the guard unlocked and opened my cell door. Men in white lab jackets walked n as I moved towards the door. There were three of them. They didn't look too pleased.
"Go back to your room, Brooke," one of them said, taking my arm and leading me back to my cell. Damion stepped in front of me, and wrenched my arm away from the man.
"Sir, what do you think you're doing?"
"HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO HER?" Damion bellowed.
They just stared at him.
"SHE'S BEEN IN HERE FOR THREE YEARS! YOU DON'T EVEN LET HER OUTSIDE ANYMORE! CAN YOU EVEN IMAGINE WHAT IT FEELS LIKE?! LIVING IN HERE, DAY IN AND DAY OUT?!? YOU'RE KILLING HER!!" He raged. I felt loved at that moment.
"She's in very good physical condition. We let her work out whenever she wants, we feed her three meals a day," another doctor retorted.
"Did you ever see her BEFORE you locked her in here? She was hyper, she was flirty, she was wild, and everyone loved her like that! Do you remember her right after she was out in here? She wanted-" he was broken off. By me.
"I wanted out so badly I could taste it. I couldn't stand being in here. Always in a box. Always in a cage. Always being watched. I hope you're happy, MAMA! And you had, for a while, completely and utterly broken my spirit. I HATE YOU!!" I screamed, then broke down subbing. I fell to my knees and began beating the floor.
"I hate you. I hate you." I whispered. I felt storing arms around me and I looked up. I smiled, recognizing the look in this eyes. It was my Damion, and he loved me. And he was gonna take me away from this place.
He picked me up and walked past the doctors, past the nurses, past the guards, out into the world. Into the sun.
I smiled, and shielded my eyes as we stepped into the warmth of the sun. This is what I had kept living for. This was my way out.