Carl
I'm lying in bed with my hands behind my head after the best day I've had in three years. I finally had her back, although she wasn't the girl I remember. Her brown hair was longer and darker, and her eyes are bigger and greener. She's grown nearly a foot, but, like always, I'm taller by a couple inches. Puberty hit too, because now she's got- well, you know. I hang my head over the edge of the top bunk and see that she's sleeping. She's even beautiful when she sleeps. Wait a second, when did I start to think that? God, I can't even keep track of my own thoughts. I'm probably just tired. I lie down and my bed creaks. I guess that woke Mia up, because I heard her gasp and sit up.
"Carl?"
"I'm right here, it's ok. My bed made the sound. The prison is secure; nothing will get you here," I say.
She climbs up and I hug her.
"Sorry I overreacted. I was… having a nightmare," she said
"What happened in your nightmare?" I asked.
"I was just reliving. People were re-dying. Do you remember Luke?" she asked me suddenly.
"Sure," I say.
"He found me. After a couple of months, he started to get comfortable. Too comfortable. He started to do some terrible things, and I couldn't stop him. He overpowered me. Then, he was bit. I had to kill him, and even though he did the things that he did, I was still sad about it," she explained.
I think I had an idea of what he did to her, but I didn't ask her to make sure. I just hugged her. She started to cry in my arms.
"That won't happen to you ever again," I promised her.
And with that she stopped crying. She didn't let go of me, not even when she fell asleep.