Piper POV
How could she be more beautiful than before and in my dreams? But she is bruises and all. I hear her yell at me and immediately get out of my head and help her get up. "Hi, you're alive," is all I can muster up as I look her over. I try so hard not to touch her bruises to try and take her pain away as if stupidly thinking my touch could help her. I go to say I'm sorry and just as I open my mouth, she walks away pushing past me just like my dream. "Alex! Please!" But she is gone, out of my sight. I mean she couldn't go very far we are in a fucking prison for Christ sake, but for some reason I don't run after her. We are always doing that. Turning away and watching the other walk away. Fuck! I know it was stupid and awful to have ratted her out but part of me was still so angry and the other part truly thought I was keeping her safe and now look, she was right all along. But wow! She is alive! My nightmares turned hope became a reality. I can deal with her walking away simply because she is alive!
Alex POV
Once I saw her face and heard her speak, my resolve broke and I could feel myself succumb to all the pain, hurt, and even the joy of seeing her. I couldn't give her that power to see me like that. Especially since she has taken so much from me. So I walked away. I just couldn't handle hearing her apology or really anything for that matter. I can't help but think that it will be a part of her manipulative game, but who am I kidding I have willingly played that game so many times just so I could be with her. I can't deal with this tonight, and anyway its lights out pretty soon.
Waking up is the worst feeling now simply because my bones wake up soar from sleeping and the bruises are just throbbing in pain. I need a shower. Of course though in prison, hot water isn't really a luxury we have so I'm forced to settle on lukewarm soon to be cold water. The pain is so great that I can't really think of anything so I just massage where it hurts the most right now, my left shoulder. As I do that I can't help but feel someone's eyes watching me as I wince in pain. Of course, I look up and there she is stopped in her tracks looking at me taking in my bruised body. Are those tears in her eyes? Like she has the right to cry when she was the one who put me in here.
I turn off the shower; look at her with an intense look that should her to fuck off. I wrap my towel around me and push her out of my way. I get dressed and sit on my bed and all of a sudden I feel hands on my shoulder and after a brief second of pain, it feels amazing. I look up and its Lorna. We've never been incredibly close but we are there for each other when it counts. "You know, she's had nightmares for weeks, screaming your name. Wakes us all up in the middle of the night. We all thought you were dead Alex. I know she id a fucked up thing but you know you could have been left to die by yourself at home, so count your blessings. She may be manipulative but one thing is for sure, she loves you." Lorna can be possessive and delusional but every now and then she says some pretty wise things. "Thanks Lorna, its just hard you know. I mean look at me. I look like a fucked up walking bruise that's been mauled. So when I look in the mirror I feel nothing but anger. I love her and I don't think I could ever stop loving her, but I can't trust her." "I know," Lorna says while giving me a look of sympathy with a hint of a challenge in her eyes. "Can you get my right shoulder? Please?" "Sure thing Vause."