I used to think the world was good. It had flowers, and blue skies, and people. Maybe then it was so easy to be blind to all that was bad. It was simple, I was focused on the clouds and the shapes of them. I didn't know what was really around me. Did any of us?
"Charlie." Mindy repeats my name.
I look up from my fingernails and stare at her. I give her the super dead look. Like, not today Mindy, but she doesn't have the appetite for my glare.
"This is serious Wilson. You're up for parole. If you don't want to be here for the next 15, then you should start taking these little conversations of ours a lot more seriously."
It feels as if her glare is seething through me. And not to mention her judgement reeks; I suddenly can't stand sitting in this room, across a table from her. I even have the urge to go back to my cell. Which should be noted is, much smaller.
She must see it in my eyes, because I feel the anger pulse through, quick like a bullet. "Security." I call.
"Charlotte you can't be serious." She threatens, but I am already trying my best to block her out.
"Not only am I your aunt, your only fucking family,"
"Step- Aunt." I lift my finger, interrupting her. "Your brother wasn't my biological father so technically you aren't my aunt."
Her eyebrow twitches, but my comment doesn't cut deep enough.
Damn't.
She continues her speech. "...But I am a damn good attorney. You turn yourself in for child homicide and I have bent over backwards to help prove not only to you, but to the world of mass media, that what you did and what happened to you was not your fault." She takes a deep breath and I feel the shakiness through her throat.
The guards are in the room now, but they don't seem to be in a hurry to remove Ms. Mindy Muna. After all she's my attorney.
Here to help me.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
She takes another deep breath.
"He was a monster of a father."
I know he was.
"You were kidnapped, brainwashed, molested..." she pleas.
I know I was.
"But I still did what I did." I let it out softly, wishing I had screamed it instead.
"And you have suffered enough for it. You don't need to be here, in this horrible place any longer. Please consider coming back to your world, a world, anything but a world where you stay in prison for the remainder of your years."
I can't pretend that I don't hear her. Or that I am not listening. I am. I Most of my anger has subsided. Somewhere amongst my metaphorical shield of grunge armor, an ounce of hope finds its way in. My heart is beating to her careful words because a part of me longs for starting over again, and letting go of what happened to Ellie and I.
"I still can't ever forgive myself..." I finally say; and all of the sudden, I feel her in my chest. Ellie. My sister. My eyes spring with tears. But I wont cry. I have cried enough.
"But Ellie can. She does." She says, standing up from the table and eyeing the guards towards the door.
"Oh yeah, you asked her?" I fire back. And that was it. Mindy sure knew how to ruin a moment. "That's enough talk of my sister." I say, but it comes out like a bark. I stand up and walk over to the guards, offering my hands.
Clink...and a clink.
"Look Min, my favorite jewelry." I say, gesturing to my hands and throwing her a wicked smile. She's pissed now. I can almost find my self feeling bad. But forget that.
I need to be in here. I am mad mad madadmadmamdmad to that big ole world out there.
"After all, I killed my sister. Oh, and my father... who happened to kill my mother." I practically spit. This would sure be the last I see of Mindy. I have never gone this far with my bitterness, she would surely leave me be after this meeting. Call me an unworthy cause.
"What are you waiting for?" I turn and growl at the guards. Tim, the fat one, looks behind me to my aunt.
"Did you want to bring him in?" he coughs, nervous, almost? A coward of guard if you ask me. I bet I could even take him out myself.
"You're going to want to sit her down for this." She says, and with the sight of her crooked smirk, I feel a kick in my stomach. Who must I speak to now. I can't process my own thought as I am sat down abruptly.
Yet swiftly, the answer comes flying through the door.
Everything in the room changes. Heat rises in my body, but I am nothing but frozen in this chair. The tall figure that enters takes my appearance in with a sharp breath. I immediately wonder if its of pain or shock. He still has his curls. And his green eyes find mine.
Its him. He's here. Why was he here? And how had he found me?
"Harry," I breathe.
