Unbind me

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Seraphina Sterling
"my life was never about living, it was always about surviving"

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I sit on the cold floor of my cell, my legs crossed underneath me, listening to the sounds coming from outside the window. The quiet of my confinement is broken only by the murmurs of the guards, their whispers bouncing off the walls, as I strain to catch every word.

Then I hear it- the name that shatters the monotony of my thoughts: Juliette.

My heart skips a beat as I lean closer to the door, straining to hear more. It's been a long time since I've heard a name, and this is the first time I've connected to the girl whose cries I've listened to through the thin walls separating us.

"Kent, remember what you're going in here for," one of the guards says, his tone laced with boredom and annoyance. "Don't cause any trouble."

"Yeah, I get it," Kent replies, his voice steady but with an edge that suggests he is not as indifferent as the others. "I'll get what Warner wants, leave it to me."

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"You're getting a cellmate." one of the guards announced, his voice echoing just outside my door "For good behaviour."

I lean closer, my heart pounding in my chest. The guard's words wash over me like ice water.

"No more isolation." he continues, mockery dripping from his tone.

I swallow hard, my thoughts racing. A new cellmate? Thats new. What kind of person would they send in here, and why now?

I pressed my ear against the cold metal trapping me inside this box, straining even more in an attempt to catch more of the conversation, but the words slowly drifted away, swallowed by the heavy footsteps of the guards retreating down into the darkness.

My heart races, the anticipation twisting into anxiety. I want to know who this new cellmate is. Is he broken like me? Will he scream in the night, just like I do, or will they both just sit in silence, accepting their fate?

I can't help but imagine another girl like me, like Juliette, just sitting on the floor, staring blankly at the walls, waiting to crumble into despair.

As the guard's footsteps fade completely, I settle back against the wall, feeling its cool surface against my skin. I need to know more.

The sun sinks lower, casting long shadows across the floor, and the world outside turns to dusk. I stare at the orange glow filtering through the window, a stark contrast to the coldness surrounding me. There is a part of me that aches for that warmth, that vibrant colour.

But it's gone, just like the voices of the guards, and now I'm left with the silence.

The quiet wraps around me like a heavy blanket, suffocating, and for a moment, I can't breathe. I push the feeling down, focusing on the pulse of energy thrumming beneath my skin, that power I still don't fully understand. It's waiting, just like I am, aching for a release.

I wonder if this new person has any idea what he is walking into. If he understands the darkness which seeps into every corner of this place.