Number 5

Chapter 23

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Things have been bad. Catastrophic may be a more appropriate adjective actually.

In the midst of the death of all hope, I am alive.

I'm going out of my mind being cooped up here. Truth be told it is better than Mangold's cell in the physical sense, but I'd rather endure the toying games of the President than this. Perhaps being held captive while still having hope of reconciliation shines a light on the situation. Now...well that is a different story. It is has been made only too apparent that Grayson wants nothing more to do with me.

The solitude within safety is beginning to disarray my mind, my thoughts and my perceptions. The longer I spend here, the longer I am tortured with images of Grayson. But not only of him. Malevolent thoughts of the President and Ana leak into my defenceless subconcious in the midst of sleep.  I'm left alone to fend of the...I shudder, not wanting to relive my nightmares.

For I know all too well, that my nightmares are merely the reflection of my reality.

But how can I help Ana from down here?

My escape of the nightmares is a relief but then I'm forced to remain awake for the rest of the night, in fear of the return to sleep and the dreams.

I sigh to myself and throw the blanket off my body, feeling impatient. Carson's daily visits are the one true luxury I have been granted and I eagerly await each one. But today feels different. I feel tired, cranky and in no mood to talk.

 I pull one of the large black t shirts and loose bottoms that are left on the floor each morning; no embellishments or detail - nothing more than the barest essentials with the littlest amount of exertion required. I sigh to myself and twirl a strand of hair between my fingers.

It hurts...a lot. But I've hurt him and he sure as hell isn't going to let me forget. But being his match seems to count for nothing anymore - it seems as though I have lost my king. I swallow deeply but am not able to dwell on my thoughts as the sound of boots against the floor echoes into my room.

I remind myself to be nice; I cannot afford to lose my grandfather as well. God knows I've lost everybody else.

The door clicks open and Carson strides into the room.