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The Diary of You

Chapter 2: Shattered

Sitting at the edge of his new bed, he held the yellow envelope with both hands. As if waiting for someone to tell him 'go ahead an open it', but he couldn't. He was more than just spacing out, it was as if his mind never left the warehouse. Confined in that cage called prison cell, Grimmjow was alone. For some reason, he didn't have a cellmate. He was put in one of the most isolated floors, in a cell at the far corner.

He bit his lower lip, and decided to open the envelope. There was a letter inside and as soon as he saw the handwriting, a big lump in his throat was formed. He tried not to shed a single tear, but it was impossible. Tears began to flow as he read the first words. For him, it felt as if Starrk was next to him, talking to him.

Little bro,

If you're reading this, it means that I left your side and for that, I am sorry. Things will be hard for you from now on, but remember everything I taught you and you'll be fine. You must be thinking that it's your fault. It's not. I can't explain it to you on this paper but when the time comes and you're ready, you'll know the truth. The truth about me and you, little bro. The pain he was feeling at that moment was unbearable. He felt like he was suffocating between those white walls. He could not continue. Grimmjow laid on his stomach, hands under the pillow with one of them holding with a tight grip the piece of paper. Even if his face was buried on the pillow, the sound of him sobbing was heard. He fell asleep like that, just wishing to never wake up again. The recollection of what happened before he got into that cage made him desire for his life to end.

"Joe Starrk, I find you guilty for the murder of nineteen years old Coyote Starrk. Your sentence will be twenty-five to life." Those words were one of the few that welcomed him into the land of nightmares for years. With a juvenile record and no money to hire a good lawyer, Grimmjow didn't have a chance. A chance to freedom at that moment. An opportunity to set his life straight.

The morning came and with it a headache. Grimmjow opened his swallowing blue eyes barely noticing guards standing in front of the cell. One of them ordered Grimmjow to stand and extend his hands in front, while the other guard entered the cell with handcuffs. After he was suited up with chains from waist to ankles one of the guards told him to move out of the cell and stand inside the lines. If he was to put even the front of his foot out of those yellow lines he would be punish. The blue haired inmate saw it first hand when the inmate in front of him accidentally tripped over the lines. The poor guy had to go to infirmary after that because of a broken nose. The other guard briefed him on what he was going to do and where he was going. Breakfast, bathroom and back again to his cell, which it was going to be his daily routing. In addition, he would have one hour every day to go outside.

Grimmjow sat with his breakfast in front just waiting to be eaten. He wasn't hungry at all. It has been almost two days since he ate something. The last thing was a cheesesteak sandwich that Starrk made him before going to school that day. That was his last meal and what he had in front of him now made him want it to throw it to the floor. It was an excuse for a meal but it was all he was going to get from now on.

"You better start eating if you don't want to get in trouble with the cook." A big man spoke while sitting in front of Grimmjow. Without making eye contact, the man with short blond hair continued. "Not that is any of my business if you want to live, or die from hunger but it hurts my feelings, as a cook, that there's someone in here that doesn't appreciate my meals."

"Like I give a fuck." That was the only reply Grimmjow gave before letting the guard know he was done.

The man laughed like he just heard a joke. "Well, if you survived until tomorrow, I'll make you something special for tomorrow's breakfast."

Grimmjow didn't give a reply or any indication that he heard the guy's last words. However, he did heard him and regretted not having anything for breakfast. He wasn't that ignorant. He knew that sooner or later he had to fight in order to survive in that hell hole just for another day. Breakfast always gave him the right energy. He was accustomed to have his breakfast every morning or at least that's how Lilynette raised him. After she died, Starrk kept that tradition but now, not even he was around.

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A\N: Thank you for reading...Until next!