Chapter 1
APOV
Twelve hours, thirty-five minutes. Three years. All this time spent in this little cell in the asylum. I still remember the day I was sent here. My mother crying on my dads shoulder, my dad saying, "Take her away." In a cold dead voice that brought tears to my eyes.
My little sister waving, believing she would be able to visit me everyday. I miss her so much. And Bella. My best friend. We were more than that. While I saw the future, Bella could influence it.
But Bella's parents would never send her to a place like this. They see her power as a gift from God. She's the one I miss the most. Her chocolate colored eyes. Her mahogany hair that fell in beachey waves all the way to her waist. Her chocolate and woodsy scent. No perfume or citrus, Cologne or musk could compare.
My memory probably wasn't doing it justice. Her skin was a milky-cream color. It was also freezing. I had come to crave the coldness of her smooth skin.
I remember her dry-sobbing when she saw me being taken away. I heard her whisper, "I'll see you soon, mi amor."
Those words. Mi Amor. My love. She's mi amor. She knows that. I just hope she doesn't influence her own future just to be with me again.
Wishful thinking. She's stubborn. She want to see me, and she will. It gives me hope. That's the only thing that keeps me from going, keeping me from not begging them to kill me.
Them being the people who "help" me. Give me terrible treatments, shock me, and beat me. I'm surprised they haven't killed me by now.
But I refuse to die. I will see mi amor again. In the future or soon, I don't care as long as I can see her beautiful face.