Dear Reader,

Dear Reader,
If you find this, then I'll be really grateful if you read it. If you find it, you should know that you were chosen. You should know that you were sent from heaven to me, because for me, reading this would be the most helpful thing anyone can do.
I didn't know my life would change like this, reader. I didn't know things could get this bad, but it's okay. I'm still grateful, at least I have something to write with and someone to write for. Writing can really be helpful. If you're mad about something, reader, I think you should write about it, it helps.
I hope I don't make you cry, reader, because if you're reading this right now, you're special to me, and I don't like to make people cry. Especially if I care about them.
I'm sorry for what you're about to read. I'm sorry to write it.
Here's my story.
(Author's Note: The story's rated yellow because it has too much aggression in it.)


11. Chapter Eleven

26th - June - 2013


Dear Reader, 

I've been avoiding Faith and ignoring her, and so has she. We haven't talked since she was back from the shower. She was shaking slightly, I could see it, but she acted normal, as if she wasn't cold at all, as if she had the most amazing shower in her life. 

She went to sleep then, and I stayed up, thinking what a strange girl she is. 

Today as I woke up, I found her drawing as usual. More birds. Some other things, people. I was looking at her drawings when she rose her eyebrow at me.

"Do you think you're allowed to look at my drawings?" She said.

"If they're so secret you should draw them somewhere else, even the Peace Takers can see them from here." 

"And it's none of your business. I cam draw them wherever I want." 

"Then I can see them whenever I want." Kind of arguing with a girl like that wasn't a thing I normally do, I think this prison's changed me. I wonder if it's changed her too or if she's always been like this. 

"The Peace Takers are coming, probably for you, I hope you enjoy their company."

"Like you enjoyed it yesterday?" I asked. She stopped drawing and turned to me. Looking at me directly. 

"Screw you." She said with full hatred. 

"Oh, things aren't going as you planned, kid? Too bad the girl doesn't like you." The Peace Taker came in the perfect time for her. "For getting Rebel upset, Filth, we're not gonna make you suffer that much today."

"Wow, so merciful." I said. 

"Alright, you want me to change my mind, I'll do it."

"Which assures that you would do whatever I want you to." I said smirking. I don't know how I got the courage to fight him back like this. But it feels amazing. So that's how it feels like when Faith talks back to them.

"Come to think of it, we'll take the girl. I know she will have fun." I wanted to say something that meant I didn't have a care in the world, but horrible thoughts came to me, what will they do to her? I couldn't say anything, so I just sat there and stiffed. I didn't dare to look at Faith, I heard her say "whatever" but I could hear how hard it was for them to drag her away. 

It made me feel so guilty, reader. If I only closed my mouth! It would've saved her torture. If I only volunteered to take her place, it would've been easier. Since she left the cell till now -and I assure you it's been a long while- I've been thinking about it, blaming myself and crying. It's all my fault. I hurt my only companion. Whether she thinks I'm her friend or not, I care about her, I think she's my friend and I don't want any of my friends getting hurt, especially if it was because of me. 

I can hear her dragging voice now, she must be near, I'm wiping my tears, I don't want her to see me like this. 




26th - June - 2013


Dear Reader, 

I couldn't look at her as she got in the cell, I couldn't face her, I was so ashamed of my actions. She was fine when the Peace Takers were here, but the moment they left, she burst into tears. Her sobs' voice was supposed to be blocked away by the cloth she held to her mouth, I could tell by the sound of it, but she didn't succeed in completely blocking it away. I could still hear it. 

I could stand it no longer. 

"I'm sorry, alright?!" I said. "I'm so sorry, I never intended for that to happen, I thought it would get them upset but I never thought they'd-"

"Don't." She said. "You... you were incredible. I was impressed." I was totally surprised by that. "You can take the bed today, I'm sleeping here." She was sitting in the corner. 

"I don't mind sleeping on the ground." I just said. 

I wanted to ask her what they did to her, why she was crying, but I didn't dare. 

I couldn't do it reader, for I knew it would upset her and I wouldn't have bared hearing the answer anyway.

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