Chapter 16- Forgiven

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A/N: Blegh. Re-doing chapter one in a moment. Bleeeggghhhh.

Enjoy.

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I was in that dark cell, with the thin, barred window.

Alone.

I'd slipped in hours ago, wanting some solitude.

I wasn't disappointed.

I'd been in here for multiple hours by now, as it was around midnight. I wondered how I would get out now.

Maybe I could just stay in here.

Forever.

I deserve it.

I shut my eyes, letting all the memories wash over my empty heart. From the first day of school last year to today.

Sad that I was such a horrid person, or I might not have lost the case.

It's all my fault.

Mine.

I sort of wish that it could end already, so I can shut my eyes for the last time, and feel at peace.

Unless I'm sent to Hell, of course.

I deserve that, too.

I feel so emotionless, it's unreal.

I begin to whisper a blank prayer, one that I doubt highly will be answered nicely.

"Please." The word is empty, worthless space. "Let me be forgiven, or at least let Piko return... he didn't deserve to pay for my mistakes... which I made a lot of." I shut my eyes tighter. "It's not right..."

I looked out the dark window, to the stars spangled beyond it in the dark sky.

It wasn't fair.

At all.

The tip of the moon began to shine in it, which made me check my watch. Oh. It was only seven. I was mistaken...

Like I am too much nowadays.

The full moon slipped up, into the sky, slowly.

It came to the point where I could have put it into the very window.

Its symmetry was perfect, striking me, blinding me with its bright, full light.

Then I realised it wasn't just the moon's light.

I curled up into a ball, my hands over my head, as the light was accompanied by a blast of wind, which whipped my hair onto my arms like hot irons.

Then, all at once, it stopped.

I felt something in my hand.

You are forgiven.

I felt tears start up again, and blinked to make sure I wasn't dreaming, then pinching myself.

I was fully awake.

So...

...it also meant that the other request had been denied.

The tears hit the floor silently next to my warm face, turning cold on the stone floor.

I cried myself to sleep, still holding the now crumpled piece of paper.

At least he won't pay for my mistakes anymore, huh?

I had dreams of getting lost, calling for help, then finding what I was looking for.

I couldn't understand them, unless they meant I would find happiness, which I sorely doubted.

But then again, I'd just had my one doubted wish come true...

What stopped me from having this one as well?

Nothing.

So I would make it happen...

..if I could ever leave this cell.

Which has about as much chance of happening as I do of getting a thousand bucks for tripping over some guy's foot.

So, very likely right now.

If I could find someone to trip over.

If.

That I doubt a lot.

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