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.)


10. Chapter Ten

23rd - June - 2013


Dear Reader, 

I can tell I still don't really know Faith. 

By the time we reached the cell, she still looked as bored as she was the time the Peace Takers came to get us. They admired her, I could tell. Just as much as they hated her. 

Right after they disappeared, though, she ran towards me, ripping some of her shirt.

"What are you doing?" I asked. "Don't rip it, you'll need it." 

"Shh." She said, ripping it anyway. She wrapped my head with it, like I did the first time my head got hit. It hurt a bit, but it was good, I won't lose much of blood this way. "There." She said as she finished. 

"You shouldn't have ripped your shirt, you'll get cold at night." I allowed myself to look at her ripped shirt, it showed her scarred belly now. I looked down, feeling like I saw something personal. Her belly was scarred. "I would've ripped some of my clothes." The piece of cloth that I used to wrap my head with, got left out when I moved to this cell, and the shirt -or what was left of it- that Faith and I covered our noses with in the bodies cell was too small. I didn't have a shirt on, but I had what was left of my pants, I could've use them. 

"You already are bare-chested. I don't want a naked man in my cell." She said smiling, I knew this was as close as she could get to a joke, so I smiled back. Then I looked down at my stomach and found the scar they caused me, the Peace Takers's symbol. I felt so embarrassed. "I don't mind it, anyway. It's good to feel useful somewhat."

I wanted to tell her that she was so useful. That she helped me in the dead-bodies cell and that even her -sometimes grumpy- company in this cell feels way better than spending my time alone in the old cell. I wanted to - but I didn't. 

"You take the bed now, you bumped your head." She said. "Just this time though, filth." 

Faith is so weird, reader. One minute she's good and loving, and the other, she's mean and inconsiderate. One minute she seems weak, small and fragile and the other she seems strong and full of life. 

For some reason, though reader, I think I like that about her her. I kind of like her, almost just as much as I like you. But of course, I won't tell her. I've only spent three days with her, and I can't wait to spend some more. 





25th - June - 2013


Dear Reader, 

The next morning, the Peace Takers called her, 

"Rebel. Shower time." He said smirking. I wanted to kill him. I really wanted to. 

"I'm not going anywhere." She said. 

"Yes, yes you are, rebel. Now, come here before we drag you, we know how much you love being dragged." 

"Shut up, Kevin!" She shouted. 

"Ooooh." The Peace Takers cheered. "She knows your name."

"Come on, babe, we both know you want it." The Peace Taker, Kevin apparently, said. Faith started cursing. The Peace Takers came in and started dragging her, she fought them. They touched her, and I couldn't help it but shout, 

"Get away from her!" Kevin let go of her and turned to me. Faith looked at me with horror. 

"Did I hear you say something, filth?" He asked. "Looks like spending time with the chick got you to forget who you are." He said coming towards me. My hands were in fists, I was ready to punch him. Before I did, he pushed me hard and I fell. Instantly, I stood up again. "How close are you two?"

"Oh please." Faith said, laughing sarcastically. "How close? We're as close as Pluto is to the sun. I'd do anything if you said you'd get him out of my cell." Kevin turned his face to her as he said, 

"Funny, that's exactly what I wanted to do. But I thought better of it, since you hate his company." He smirked, then turned to me. "You should learn to get your nose out of my and my girlfriend's business, filth." 

"I'm no one's girlfriend, Kevin." 

"We'll talk about that later, rebel. Shower time." 

"Come to think of it, a shower would get me away from him for a while." She said, and the Peace Takers laughed. 

I was so mad, reader. So furious, but hearing her say that replaced my anger with something else - hurt. She actually meant it. She actually hates me. And here I thought we were friends.

I don't even know why I care this much, but for some reason, I do. 

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