Danny stared out through the tiny window he had. Everything seemed so distant to him, there but just out of his reach. He held tightly too the bars that often casted their shadows upon him and he gazed out at all that was free and all that he was not. The only light that ever dawned upon his eyes were that of which fell through the tiny rectangle cut in the stone.
The four small walls of his prison seemed to close in on him everyday. As if it weren't cramped enough. Somehow he had to hold is own despite the circumstances. He just had to, somewhere out there others were doing the same for his sake. He longed so bad too be with them all again.
His family, his friends, his love. She was the last one to ever see him among their world. He promised to return to her to them and he'd be back before she knew it. They wouldn't even know he was gone. How long ago had he sworn it to her? Was it two, three years ago? Danny realized he hadn't remembered when he was sixteen.
So young, he was so young. He didn't understand the meaning of forever, it was just a word. He never linked the agony the pain the sorrow the regret to such a simple word. Then at that time nothing like that ever existed. But now he stood so far away from then, from there.
He often dreamt of her beautiful eyes, her soft touch, and breakable soul. Tears of rage streaked down his cheeks but he slowly regained composure. Now was not the time, he'd have to be strong. Today would have to be different, no more, just no more.
He often wondered how long they'd wait? How long she'd wait. She said forever but she didn't understand forever and the things that went with it. He could only hope that she felt nothing like him. The day in and day out of torture and beatings all in order to break him. Was it those lilac eyes that stopped him from letting them destroy him?
Or perhaps his will to live and be free. Liberation was all Danny had longed for, but as his life was wasted in this hole he was starting to realize he was the only one who could save himself. Although the scars, the fresh wounds, and the permanent damaged begged to differ, he'd been fighting all along.
Danny tore himself away from his only glance into freedom and walked along the square shape of the cell. He ran his ripped glove along the stone wall in his own little tradition, he was waiting. His green eyes stared at the door that had no knobs and no windows. He knew it was there as slowly a clicking sound echoed into his room.
He smirked as the door creaked open and the pale stony face revealed itself. He lowered his head so that that devilish grin could not be seen, the green eerie glow cast itself over his disheveled white hair.
"Come on punk time for your beatin'" The Warden laughed.
His heart picked up speed and beat like a war drum. Now was the time.
And yeah... School is keeping me pretty busy. But I finally got a break in all the work and such and so, because Over The Hills and Far Away was stuck in my head I give you this little oneshot. I've also realized (completely off subject) Tucker doesn't say a lot of inspirational things, that I can remember. I'm trying to work it into one of my stories...but I can't seem to find one or remember one that was all motivational and inspiring, if you guys know any please tell me or I'll never be able to update familiar stranger...