*Please review! This is just a regular story, not multiple chapter, for now anyways.
*Disclaimer: The Lunar Chronicles is written to/belongs to author Marissa Meyer. The characters, setting, etc. aren't mine. This takes place during the long days that Scarlet is forced to stay in the cage, during Cress & Winter book, held captive, and some of the things on her mind...
Scarlet's Prison
Scarlet hated Lunars, despised almost all of them. They were completely fake, not trust worthy or loyal. Scarlet had been in this awful Lunar's cage for a long time. She'd stopped counting. How many times had she tried to squeeze herself through the tiny openings in the iron bars, though she knew it was impossible? She'd lost track on that too.
She knew she wasn't going to get out any day soon, either, so she just had to endure the torture of residing in such a small space. Fingers crossed that Wolf and the rest of the crew would come and 'rescue' her soon. Somehow they always did. But, what if this time was different? What if this was something that irreversible she couldn't get herself out of? Because even if she somehow ended up escaping from the cage, without them she would be stuck, homeless, on Luna and most likely found eventually anyways. So until they arrive, if they do, she'd have to stay here, as hard as it was. And if they never did,... well, she tried not to think about it. She'd like to think that the girl would let her stretch her restless legs (she was just dying to move around, do something, anything) at some point, because while in the cage her head practically touched the top of the bars.
Scarlet wanted to beg the crazy princess girl who talked to the animals (and had very bizarre behavior, poor girl must be out of it), plead with her, to just slide the key into the lock, let her out of this prison. She was sick and tired of needing to listen to all of the damn animals howling, barking, yipping, way past nightfall. Not that she would ever be comfortable enough in the girl's company or the sturdy stone floor to sleep anyway.
Oh how it was getting boring, just sitting here hour after hour, while the insane glamour-user was going off to do whatever she pleased, keeping one-pinkie Scarlet trapped inside counting sheep, chewing on her red curls, biting her lip angrily.
Sometimes Scarlet dreamed of him. Of Wolf. A tear dribbled down her face. Stupid eyes, there's nothing to be upset about, she thought, swiping it away aggressively, leaving her with a damp cheek. She still remembered how Wolf had betrayed her, but right now she was just dying for some company. Besides, he was just doing what he had to do, he hadn't meant to hurt her; In fact he'd tried to warn her. She just wanted to run to him and wrap his hands in her's, run her fingers through his soft, brown hair, tell him all of the things that she'd wished she would've before she'd gotten kidnapped and taken away by that witch, Sybil Mira who disgusted her.
She did miss him a lot, and with all of her free time, she could spend hours having her little fantasies that would probably never come true if she rotted, alone, in the cell. That was probably how her Grandmere had felt, imprisoned and tied up, defenseless. Scarlet didn't like feeling defenseless at all, she liked being powerful in the way that she would be able to call the shots.
One thing was for absolutely certain: If Scar couldn't manage to hold it together and be tough, she was going to break, fall apart sooner or later if she had to live here forever.