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.)


17. Chapter Seventeen



6th - July - 2013


Dear Reader, 

I have to admit it. 

Last night hurt like hell. 

Not only was Faith hurting, but she also didn't want me near her at all. 

Why does she keep acting like this, is it also because of the Peace Takers? Because she doesn't want to show them she likes me? But this can't be the reason, because she only cries when they're not around, and they definitely weren't around then. I found her awake when I woke up. She didn't even say good morning, and neither did I. 

There was a while of silence, until I broke it. 

"Why do you do that to me?" I asked. Faith sighed. 

"I'm sorry, Owen. It's not about you."

"Then what is it about? The Peace Takers? Because they weren't around so it wasn't really risky. I just wanted to help you, to make you feel better. Like you helped me feel better the day I was nearly killed." 

"Owen! It's not about you."

"Then tell me what is it about?!" I was shouting. I took a breath to calm myself. "Sorry." I said more calmly. "But I want to know, Faith. You're the only good thing in my life now. I -" I hesitated. "I love you, Faith. And I can't handle being pushed away by you one day and hugging you the other."

"You said you ... love me?" She asked. I nodded and she covered her face with her both hands. The next thing happened so fast. She ran to me, threw her arms around me and kissed me. I was shocked. "I knew this would feel different." She whispered. 

I just sat there for a while. "That's exactly what I'm talking about." I said. "Now you're kissing me? Now you like me?"

"Now I love you, Owen. And yesterday, I loved you too, and the day before it." She paused. "I know you want lots of explanations and you deserve them too, but it's just that the truth's too painful for me to say it out loud." She took a deep breath. "You once asked me what they do to me, when they come to take me. Mostly, it's the same thing they do to you, or if they're more creative something worse, or less worse. But the one thing that hurts me the most..." He paused again. "Before you came to my cell, they... They got me pregnant, but then the baby died, of course. They killed it when they tortured me. That never stopped them though, they never hesitate to do it again. It kills me, Owen. That's why I flinched when you touched me yesterday, I'm not used to being touched without force. I guess I'll always be afraid of this. All of it." I swore, many, many times. 

"But then.. How did you just kiss me?" 

"I'm trying to stop my fear. I mean, with you it's different. It has to be different, I can't be afraid of you." Then she added in a whisper, "I do love you." And my heart melted. She really meant it. "It's just hard, that's all." I hugged her tightly. 

"I will never, ever hurt you, Faith." I told her. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." And she cried on my chest. "Those monsters. I'm gonna kill them." 

"Owen. We have to run away and help the others. I can't die here, Owen. I don't want this to be my grave."

"What can we do, Faith? We're always in here. And it's not like we can go for a walk when we get out of here to be tortured." 

"Well, I have a plan. It's extremely dangerous, but it's worth it." 

She started telling me her plan, reader. I wanted to write it right away, but I feared someone would read it and everything she planned would be useless. I think it was a brilliant plan, I mean, it's so risky, but it's all we can do. 

It includes the two of us, we both need to be good liars, good actors, patient, fast and strong. 

It turns out, Faith really knows the place, she described it to me, she has it memorized by heart. Then she drew it on the floor and when I said she shouldn't do this, that they'd probably kill her if they knew how much she knows, she told me not to worry about it, that she can cover it with another drawing once we're finished with it. 





8th- July - 2013


Dear Reader, 

Whenever they give us food, we're eating it all. 

We want to get stronger. We're even training. It's not much, of course, a bit of push ups, set ups, such things, but it's supposed to help. We need any kind of exercise now, anything will help us, we're getting as weak as a newborn baby. Especially me after what they did to my kidney, but I'm getting stronger. I am. 

We haven't seen many Peace Takers in two days, looks like they're keeping themselves busy with other people. We've heard some shouts. We already know we're not alone. We've been repeating the plan so many times in whispers, I already have it memorized and I have the map memorized too. I think I'm ready, only, it's not me who's taking the first step. Faith is.That's our plan. It will take a couple of days. It's our only hope. 

"I want you to do me one last thing before I go." She told me before we both slept. 




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