Hello everyone! I do not own any of these characters except my Oc's. This is my first story, so I hope you forgive me as a new writer.

My life was never easy, but I was happy, to say the least. Happiness. What a rare commodity, yet no matter what anyone tells you, I did have it once. I truly did.

I use to live a simple life... or at least I tried to. I would pretend to be a normal girl with a normal life, with a wonderful family who loved me. My sister and boyfriend meant the entire world to me, and I swore to myself I would protect them until the end. I honestly thought I would be with them forever. Obviously, that didn't happen, and I'm not sure who I'm more frustrated with. Should I be mad at myself for believing the lies everyone fed me? Or at the world for destroying the last two people I loved with all of my heart and soul?

I hate this world! I thought to myself as I stare at the ceiling above me. I hate it so much... I don't think I can ever love something as terrible as this planet. Humans are a menace! They destroy everything that is good for their own selfish gain. This is why I want to die. If I can die, I'll finally know peace.

Thump, thump, thump.

Someone is knocking on my door again. I wish these people would finally leave me alone. It's odd in my opinion they consistently bother me considering I'm in solitary confinement. Who knew prisoners in solitary have so many visitors. That, or I'm just lucky.

"Rodriguez! You have a visitor." The guard yelled from the other side of the door.

Oh, great a visitor, I thought dryly to myself. I wonder who it could be this time?

"And I should care because?" I called back to the guard. I can't understand why He couldn't just leave me alone. Does he think he's doing me a favor? I guess he thinks since we worked together once, it means we're the best of friends. Well, he's dead wrong! He's the reason my life is ruined! Why I'm alone, and why I'll never smile again. I hate him!

"Look, you know the deal, Rodriguez," The guard said, regaining my attention. "Are you ready?"

Strange, I've been here for who knows how long, and I still don't know her name. I don't particularly care either. If she happens to die tomorrow, I won't even bat an eye to it. If anything, it would be a relief.

"Yeah, I know the drill. I'm ready." I answered, already fed up with the situation. The drill is simple; a group of ten guards will come in through the door and surround me. I'll slowly rise to my feet, spread them apart with both of my hands in front of me shoulder-width apart. Afterward, they'll proceed to cuff me by my hands and feet and place metal restraints on my arms and legs. Finally, they'll put a muzzle on me as if I'm a rabid dog. I'm probably seen as a dog in their eyes... they even have a leash for me. Each of the guards will hold me down by said leash (it has ten ends for each guard) as they escort me to my lovely visitor. Still, we all know if I want to I can escape, however, I don't want to leave. I just want to be left alone. It's the only thing I want other than death, yet both options escape me.

I reach my destination 10 minutes later and the guards sit me down right in front of Him. No one removes the muzzle or my restraints. There isn't a reason to since the muzzle allows me to speak while it's on. However, they chain all ten points of my leash to the ground for good measure. Clint and I remain quiet as they finish the usual routine they go through every time Clint visits. Once they finish, he waves his hand to dismiss the guards, and we're left alone in the room. Nonetheless, if I even twitch in a displeasing fashion, 50 agents will storm the room at a moment's notice.

"You know," Clint begins to say with a sigh. "You don't have to go through with this. We can set you free at any point. Say the word and it's done."

I merely stare at him blankly as I do every time he visits. It's not worth the effort to talk to him at this point. The one time I put my trust in him, my life shattered.

"Look, kid, I know you asked to be incarcerated, but you don't have to be in here!"

Oh great, here comes his speech, I grimace. That's how these meetings usually go. He tries to "reach" me, and I give him my usual vaguely annoyed expression. This goes on for an hour before he gives up. Typical, really. It's like we're stuck in a never-ending time loop. Why can't this just end?

"Okay, I get it. You gave up, right?" Clint huffs, finally throwing his hands up in frustration. "Fine, I just figured you were too good to give up like this. I guess I was wrong about you. I guess Cristina was wrong about you!"

I freeze at the sound of her name echoing through the silence. I finally hit my breaking point... at the mention of her sweet name. I stand up, effectively breaking the restraints that held me down to the seat, slamming my newly freed hands on top of the table. I don't even notice the dent I make in the process.

"Callate, callate, callate! You're not allowed to say her name!" I scream at him as my eyes glow a menacing pink. Clint sits there in shock for a few seconds, since this is my first time speaking to him in months. He quickly composes himself moments later, and only then did we realize we're surrounded by S.H.I.E.L.D agents. Every single gun trained on me.

"It's alright," he sighs shakily, "Lower your weapons. You can leave." They're reluctant to do so, but they leave seconds later. Next, Clint stands with his hands in the air as if to surrender. "Alright... maybe I went too far. I shouldn't have said her name, but that doesn't make what I said any less true."

"Largate," I hissed as my eyes well up with tears. I refuse to cry in front of this man.

"Okay, I'm leaving. I just hope that one day, you'll realize you aren't alone. I'll see you at the same time next month. Goodbye, Calliope."

He leaves not too long after that. Only after he's gone, do I allow myself to settle back down. However, the guards are quick to gather me once again to escort me back to my cell.

Once I'm back within the confines of my cell, I return to my bed and stare at the ceiling. I allow my mind to wander as I relish in the sweet silence.

"Calliope! Help me!"

"Cristina NO!"

"It's okay, baby. Stay with me!"

I shut my eyes as tightly as I can, trying to banish the memory from my mind. However, no matter how hard I try, I can't banish the thought circling my mind as I remember that day. I never noticed I begin to cry.

"You're such a liar! I'm alone and it's all your fault for taking them from me, Clint." I whisper into the darkness of my room as I slowly lose myself to my memories.

Author's Note: Hello everyone! I'm so excited to share my character with all of you. If you have any questions or feedback please feel free to message me. I'm new to writing so please forgive me for any mistakes you see. If you have any advice to give me I would appreciate it. Other than that I hope you enjoy the story!