Chapter 2
And he lays on his bed
Because your bed is nearly none existent now, you are moved to another cell, the other prisoners gawking at you. Many of them you put behind bars. Even more with Val's help.
Before Ghastly allows the Cleavers to shove you into your new cell, he pulls all of the bed sheets out along with anything that could catch on fire.
Then he turns to you.
'Lighter,' he states simply. You don't move.
One of his eyebrows starts to raise and you give up and nod towards your top pocket. He grabs the lighter out and puts it in ones of his own pockets.
At a sign you miss, you're shoved into the room and the bars are closed behind you.
You stay where you were thrown, on the floor not doing anything. But then suddenly you decide that maybe life is worth living.
It wouldn't be that hard to serve your sentence out then change your name. You could get a normal job and pretend that magic never existed.
You could grow old and die.
Seeing as the top option is the only one, you decide upon putting it into action as soon as you get out. If you ever get out.
Both Ghastly and Erskine wanted you to stay in gaol until you die and rot. It is a commonly accepted fact. But there was at least one person out there who wanted your sentence dropped.
Tanith.
Remnant controlled Tanith. She had allowed herself to be seen by Ghastly just to get her point across.
Naturally, as you watched Tanith plead your case, you wondered why. What was the significance of this?
As Ghastly started talking you looked towards him. His face head been pale and you guessed that it was because he had seen Tanith for the first time, not because you had killed one of his closest friends who had killed another one of his closest friends.
The roof above your bed is pale and discoloured. When it had been newly painted, the roof have been a cream. Now there were patches of other colours, you didn't want want think what they were from and there were many different sections where the cream was faded, like they had been forced to scrub something off.
The day breaks and you know you are one night closer to your trial. As the light starts to come into the gaol, the other inmates rise and laugh.
They laugh at you.
They laugh at each other.
They laugh at the sun.
And you join in with them. Finally under standing why they do such a thing. It's the only way to remain slightly sane.
Because your bed is nearly none existent now, you are moved to another cell, the other prisoners gawking at you. Many of them you put behind bars. Even more with Val's help.
Before Ghastly allows the Cleavers to shove you into your new cell, he pulls all of the bed sheets out along with anything that could catch on fire.
Then he turns to you.
'Lighter,' he states simply. You don't move.
One of his eyebrows starts to raise and you give up and nod towards your top pocket. He grabs the lighter out and puts it in ones of his own pockets.
At a sign you miss, you're shoved into the room and the bars are closed behind you.
You stay where you were thrown, on the floor not doing anything. But then suddenly you decide that maybe life is worth living.
It wouldn't be that hard to serve your sentence out then change your name. You could get a normal job and pretend that magic never existed.
You could grow old and die.
Seeing as the top option is the only one, you decide upon putting it into action as soon as you get out. If you ever get out.
Both Ghastly and Erskine wanted you to stay in gaol until you die and rot. It is a commonly accepted fact. But there was at least one person out there who wanted your sentence dropped.
Tanith.
Remnant controlled Tanith. She had allowed herself to be seen by Ghastly just to get her point across.
Naturally, as you watched Tanith plead your case, you wondered why. What was the significance of this?
As Ghastly started talking you looked towards him. His face head been pale and you guessed that it was because he had seen Tanith for the first time, not because you had killed one of his closest friends who had killed another one of his closest friends.
The roof above your bed is pale and discoloured. When it had been newly painted, the roof have been a cream. Now there were patches of other colours, you didn't want want think what they were from and there were many different sections where the cream was faded, like they had been forced to scrub something off.
The day breaks and you know you are one night closer to your trial. As the light starts to come into the gaol, the other inmates rise and laugh.
They laugh at you.
They laugh at each other.
They laugh at the sun.
And you join in with them. Finally under standing why they do such a thing. It's the only way to remain slightly sane.