Author's Note: This is just something I have been toying with today. I own nothing of this series, I just love it dearly. Enjoy!
The sun shines through my tiny window. It pours across my face, waking me up. I push off my threadbare mattress and stretch out to the best of my ability. The cell feels warm today, the heat creeping through the concrete, my one blessing in this dank place.
It must feel amazing outside…
I shake off the thought. They will never let me outside again. I shouldn't even think of it. In moments of paralyzing paranoia I am convinced that the Reestablishment can read minds. They already monitor our every move, why not our thoughts as well? The only thing that calms me down is knowing that if they could read minds, they would have come for me long ago. Or, perhaps, I wouldn't have been locked up to begin with.
If only they could have seen my innocence…
No. Stop. Focus on getting through the day, just like all the others. I begin to remake my bed, the one thing I can control in this place. They can take everything I own, but they cannot force me to act like a barbarian, it just isn't who I am.
Or is it? Who am I?
With my bed made, I slip back into old habits.
One, two, three cracks. Two, four, six, eight, ten toes. One, two eyes. One, two, three-
I violently jerk around. Something stirs in the corner of my vision. It isn't uncommon for creatures of all types to get into my cell, but none this large. A small yelp escapes my lips before my throat closes for good. My hands clutch my chest, which heaves once, twice, three times…
I take in my new roommate, my mouth wide open.
My God, he is glorious.
He has a simple, cotton t-shirt, much like mine except nothing like mine because his fits him so perfectly. His form is intimidating. He must have been in the army. I have only seen build like his on soldiers invading our neighborhood. Every muscle perfectly etched through precise training. So lean, strong…
One strand of his hair dangles from his artistically unruly hair. I hate it. I want to push it back into place and run my-
Next my eyes find his jaw. It's so sharp that it could cut the tension in the air. He's clean-shaven, making me ever more suspicious of his presence here.
Ex-soldier, muscles still in excellent condition, well-fed, clean-shaven…
The paranoia is kicking in again. I clear my mind once again.I begin to count again. Two arms, two legs, four ends of two shoelaces, two eyes-
Two eyes
Two eyes that are so striking it is hard to contain my gasp. Two eyes that sparkle just so when the light catches. Two eyes that are so encompassing that it takes me a moment to realize that they are staring back at eyes that I glance away from so fast I nearly miss their translucent, early-spring shade of green.
