Imprisoned

Free

For the first time in a long time, I woke up naturally. I woke up the sun shining, its warm waking me up slowly.  It kissed my face, making the inside of my eyelids turn pink. The sunshine also warmed my cheeks and gradually my lips turned up in a smile.

I turned to my side to see Louis wide awake, looking at me. His eyes scanned my face, just taking me in. His expression remained neutral as his eyes passed over each of my individual features. Slowly, he lifted a hand to my face, outlining the curve of my lips, brushing over my cheekbones. His touch was feather light, as if Louis were afraid I would break, as if Louis thought I wasn't there. But what he didn't know was that I would never be leaving him.

My smille stayed on my face, its wattage intensified because of his soft touch.

"Morning"

Louis said to me, his voice rough and tired. His voice, raspy and heavy, caressed my ears. It was a sound that I wanted to hear again and again. Its heavy tone hung in the air, a reminder that it was just us.

"G'morning,"

I mumbled in response to him. But it was a distracted greeting.

Louis had begun to stretch, reching into the air with his arms. His shirt rode up as he did so, exposing his muscualr abs and defined V-line. My eyes immediately went to his stomach. He was amazingly fit and it would have been impossible not to stare. He knew that I was looking, but that didn't stop me. I continued to stare at him, despite the fact that he knew I was doing it.

Louis seemed a bit confused at my forward actions, but I didn't blame him. When we first met I avoided him and I was distant. And trust me, my innocent appearance didn't help that either.

It was nice, to wake up like this, to the rising sun, and Louis next to me. It was peaceful, without the cries of lonely children or the screeching of caretakers. I wasn't trapped anymore in an empty room, alone. I was free and Louis was there to experience it all with me.

With our bags on our backs and hope in our hearts, Louis and I set off again. We picked our way through the wood, stumbling over roots andgetting caught on branches. But our hope had us move on. We held to it tight and hope alone allowed us to push ourselves through the day. We rarely stopped, if ever, because the words in our hearts told us to move on, to push forward, that we were almost there.

And on that journey, I saw more than just leaves and brush and trees. I saw myself. The trees with their sharp corners and spindly limbs just like me. They had a secret sort of ferociousness, with their roots extending far into the ground, gripping soil and grabbing onto everything they can- trying desperately to take hold of something, trying to to anchor them selves. But there was also myself in the leaves. The way they would fall to the ground, without anything or anyone to hold onto. The wouldjust drift, waiting to hit solid ground, something that would not move.

These thoughts, these ponderings, they bothered me more than I should have let them. They triggered something in the back of my brain, breaking oen a barrier I didn't even know I had put up. All of the bad thoughts and the doubts that I had about myself came rushing into my mind. They buzzed like flies and stung like bees- they were awful. I tried my very best to ignore them all because I didn't want Louis to see me like this. We had only just begun our friendship or whatever it was, and I didn't want him to think I was screwed up.

He glanced back at me a few times, when it was getting bad. I guess the thoughts were starting to leave my mind through my mouth. I must have said some of the things I was thinking.

"Are you okay?"

Louis was hesitant, as though he knew that I really wasn't. But I just nodded my head and played along witht he wholevgood-as-gold persona, but nothing gold can stay. In just that day I began to feel myself crumble and break. The words wre getting to me, all because of some stupid trees.

The golden rays of the sun began to hang lower in the sky and Louis and I knew that night was approaching. We sped up our pace and continued our trek as long as we could. Before we knew it, we were both exhausted and almost fell asleep on our feet. That was our cue to unroll the sleeping bags and set up camp.

I crawled into my sleeping bag, bleary eyed and barely functioning, and Louis did the same, but before I drifted off into a world of nightmares, I felt Louis put his arm around my waist and pull me closer. His warmth enveloped me, comforting. It wasn't long after that that I fell asleep.

A/N................................

hey guys! so the updates are getting a bit longer :) but it is kind of hard to write all of this without auto correct so don't mind an error or two. There also won't be poems in EVERY chapter, but I will include some. Do any of you want a chapter playlist or anything? I can make some because I listen to a lot of music. Also, please vote and comment because I dont get many of those aha. I hope you enjoyed the chapter!

xx Z