Disclaimer: The characters from Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer.
PREFACE
EPOV
I watch, waiting in darkness, waiting for the sound of footsteps outside of the padded door to come and comfort me the slightest.
It does not come, and still I wait. The endless clamor that had once filled my mind with the thoughts of a thousand people could not penetrate the cavernous walls of my prison, leaving me to the thoughts of my own that I desperately tried to avoid, but would sneak in during my frequent moments of weakness and delight in watching me writhe in agony at the memories that flooded back each and every time – memories of a flash of mahogany hair and chocolate-brown eyes, of blood crusting under my fingernails and seeping into every pore of my skin, of lips that parted for a final cry of absolute terror before they were silenced by the veil of death that settled upon them.
It was these memories that tortured me, that led me to strain against my chains while I screamed in agony. Their brief flashes came rushing toward me over and over, the same memories entangled in others from before – of laughter and forests that only sunk the pain in deeper.
The laughter cut – the forests weaved a cage of madness. It all came as one form – memories.
And still I wait for the footsteps that will never come, the voice that I will never again hear, the hair that I will never again brush.
I damn them all – all! - for keeping me here, locked away into the embrace of metal fetters that somehow bind me to the wall, regardless of my futile attempts at escape.
I wait and embrace the darkness, until the long-expected footsteps come, quietly and quickly, to stop right outside of the locked door.