Leah approaches her hesitantly. She's unsure what exactly to say after she had been going over and over in her head what she'd been planning to do. Leah was a strong woman, with hardly any fears. She was confident and believed in fighting for her own right, yet still, no words came up to say to her friend. She had fought with officials for months to let her come in and see her, and now she had no clue where to even start.
It was painful to see her friend in this state. She was bolted down into the chair in every place possible, only allowing the blink of an eye or maybe a single twitch of a finger. Leah's friend was a killer, a murder, yet Leah loved her in almost every way possible. It's funny how you can have affection for a killing machine; her husband had questioned her many times, but Leah saw spirit in this girl. She saw a once loving heart that had gotten ripped apart and walked all over.
Really, it's a shame what the world can do to you. Leah pondered the thought that maybe the girl was just giving back what the world had given her: pain. It was the simple concept of revenge, in a sad, sort of sadistic sense. She had once seen the good side of the girl; a happy, care-free teenager with first love and warm soul to soul friends.
Leah smiled at thought. It had brought back many memories of bonfires, cliff jumping, and long days at the beach. It made the prison cell suddenly look darker than it had been before.
"Raley?" Leah whispered, seeing it as the best tone of voice to use in this dark-damp hell hole.
The girl gave no movement or sign of acknowledgment as Leah sat down across the table from her. The girl's long dark brown hair hung down in front of her face, hiding the large bags under her eyes, the swollen cheeks from the beatings, and the dark set back eyes that were once huge and full of life.
Leah cleared her throat and decided to speak again, hoping to get an answer.
"This place isn't like the beach now is it?" Leah laughed dryly. Her try at making a humorous joke had died, for no one else in the room laughed. Realizing it, the forced smile left as she stared at the dirty fingernails of the once joyful girl.
Leah looked around the room. To her, it felt like a cave. Scary, the thought that she could be trapped down her if the guards forgot about her. She couldn't comprehend how long she would be able to last before she would explode.
It probably wasn't a good idea to think of such a thing, because now she was becoming ansy. Her friend obviously wasn't responding, and probably wasn't going to. She was probably so lost in hell that nothing being said could pass through her ears and be understood in that intelligent brain of hers.
Deciding on that, Leah stands up to leave.
It's sad to have worked that hard to see her friend, and not have gotten a chance to cheer her up with stories and things she was planning on telling. There was no hope for her now.
Squeezing what she could of her hand, she smiled, knowing that this was probably the last time she was ever going to see her once loving friend.
"We've all missed you," Leah said quietly, taking one last longing look before turning to head out the large, steel iron doors.
There was a low, dry laugh that suddenly came from behind her. It almost startled Leah, for it was not something she had been suspecting.
Turning quickly around, she saw that girl had not moved, but was angrily twitching her fingers. This frightened Leah, as she could almost make out a twisted smile from behind the dark brown locks of hair.
Leah reached for the handle as a low, menacing, voice spoke from the girl who she now didn't even know.
"There are nights when the wolves are silent, and only the moon shall howl."