!DISCONTINUED! Unpredictable Future \ Johnnie Guilbert x my OC

Chapter 1 (Ember's pov)

I sit there, just sit there. I ignore the thoughts in my head. They aren't on my side. They never really have been. I ignore the way the sun shines through the bars onto my face. That shouldn't be what I ignore, but if I ignore everything, it all has to stop. Right?

If I ignore everything, I could forget the situation I'm in. I could forget the fact that I'm chained up in a prison cell with no possible way out. I could forget the fact that the only person I trust could be dead or in danger. My brother Theo could be dead... No, I can't think like that. He's a fighter. He wouldn't let them kill him. He never has. He's never given up. He's never stopped.

One of the not so great memories I have with him was when I was eight. He was twelve at the time. It's almost funny to think about now. Well, it's not that funny, just a bit stupid, but it shows his personality perfectly. His perseverance; his selflessness.

~Flashback~

"Yeah, run away, kid!" I heard my father yell angrily as Theo rushed down the stairs. Tears ran in rivers down his face, and his back was plastered in half dried blood and new and old cuts. His face already had a bruise forming. He slipped on a hoodie, and he ignored the wounds on his back. He was solely focused on getting me out of the door to school when he should've been focused on his own issues.

"Theo, can I help you?" He ignored me. Almost like I was an inconvenience, but I knew he didn't think of me like that. I was his little sister that he had to look after.

"Theo, are you sure you don't want me to help you." I asked. He just rushed past me to the door.

"I have to get you to school. Maybe later." He answered, blood still dripping out of the wounds in his back from the "shenanigans" that morning.

"You're going to get hurt."
"I already am hurt." He muttered dryly. I mean, he wasn't wrong in saying that. I just wished at the time that he paid more attention to his wounds.

"I really don't care if I'm late, please, you're more important to me than education." I pleaded, a little frustrated. I was angry too, but not at Theo. I was angry at the man who was supposed to be my father, for having tormented me and Theo for as long as we could remember.

"Ember, please, later. I'm determined to get you a good chance at education." He looked up at me and gave me a weak smile. I followed him as he opened the door. Fresh air entered the alcohol smelling house we were forced to call home. He looked back at me, and I smiled too, a wordless message having been passed across.

We both walked out the door, and as Theo closed it, I say, "You win this time Theo. I'll let you walk me to school." He grinned at me.

"I'll make sure you have a better education than me, Em." I grinned back at him, and we walked to school.

~End of flashback~

I know it's wrong to say, but I do miss those times. The days when I was only worried about what might happen when we got home. Not like now when I worry about when I could get the chance to see Theo again. Not like now when I worry about if someone's going to buy me. Not like now when I worry about the next time, I'm going to have human interaction.

I lean my head back against the smooth stone wall, the manacles tight around my ankles rubbing my skin raw underneath. At least they aren't around my wrists this time, because that would hurt a fuck tonne more.

I hate having to sit in this cell every day and night, with no knowledge of when I could be let out. I'm almost thankful for the barred gap in the wall to the right of me. I'd enjoy having it there if it didn't let all the wind through, I like the wind when the sun is shining on me, but it's always a reminder of reality. The wind is a reminder that I'm trapped here, that I'm not as free as it is.

One of the times I'm glad for the window is sunrise and sunset. At those times of day, I always drag myself as close to the window as the chains allow me, where I watch the sun, rise or set, wondering if my childhood best friend can see it too. She's always liked sunsets.

Though thinking about her always makes my heart hurt, I always think about the fact that we'll never be inseparable again, that we're too far apart now, both physically and mentally. I will always remember her, though. As she's one of the most beautiful young women I've ever laid eyes on. She has the most luscious blonde hair, and a half crooked smile that fills me with joy whenever I see it. Sometimes, I get scared that I've forgotten the colour of her eyes, but I could never fully forget that beautiful shade of bluey green.

I miss her sometimes, but I always wonder if I only miss the idea of her. If I miss having someone to hang out with inside and outside of school. Maybe I don't miss her, maybe I miss her presence, maybe I miss her caring about me. Maybe I miss her being there for me, for distracting me from my homelife in a way that no one else could.

I always wonder if she misses me being there, too. If she misses our late night text conversations. If she misses us being on the phone together until late at night. I wonder if she misses me in general, but why would she ever miss me. All I was was someone there for her if no one else was, someone for her to call or text as a last resort. Sometimes, I think about hating her for all the times she's broken my heart, but I could never really hate her. In a world full of people, she's the one I've always tried to hang onto. The one I've never stopped caring about.

I lean my head back against the wall behind me and I pull my knees up to my chest, silent tears streaming down my face, I can't believe I'm crying over her again. Theo says that she doesn't deserve me, but I don't really see it. I close my eyes, picturing her beautiful smile in my head. I need to stop thinking about her. So I do. I shake every thought about her out, I'll think about her some other day.

I close my eyes softly, blacking out everything. Sleep can make it all go away. I let the unconsciousness take me from this world, and into wherever I go when I fall asleep. Goodnight world.