Like Snow

One Week, In and Out

Unedited

Neva's POV

Day One: Home Sweet Home

I tried my best not to make the mistake of letting my reflexes take over when the guard pushed me forward. I was already in some deep trouble, and I really shouldn't make it worse.

"Move!" He ordered, pushing me again.

"Can ya not?" I glared back at him. "Keep pushing me and I might trip on these annoying chains," I stated as I continued forward.

"Shut up, Bitch." He pushed me again, and, to my luck, I fell forward face first.

I groaned and felt myself get light headed as I heard ringing in my ears and muffled yelling. I wiped the blood from my nose as the guards grabbed me and forced me towards my cell.

My ears still rang as they removed my chains and pushed me farther into the cell. I sat down numbly as I tried to shake off the feeling of wanting to pass out. Finally, I regained my awareness and looked around the small concrete cell. "Home, sweet home..." I mumbled to myself.

Day Two: Careless

I sat there in the courtyard just staring at the floor. This wasn't a surprise to me: getting locked up in the big jailhouse. Hell, I didn't even care... but then again being careless is the reason I was in there.

Day Three: Pain

It was the second time now that I've been in trouble with the guards. The day before wasn't exactly my fault. The others were trying to pick a fight, so I gave them what they asked for... pain.

Day Four: Lights Out

I stood there with my hands up and sighed. This is the third time this week. I didn't do anything this time. I thought as the guards approached me.

One stood back a safe distance and the other slowly walked up to me and patted me down.

"She's clean." He shouted to the one standing a distance away.

"I told you. I didn't do anything this time, and I don't have anything on me." I rolled my eyes.

"Just turn around and face the wall." The guard nearest to me ordered.

"Fine..." I muttered, turning slowly, but when I faced the wall, I felt something hit me in the back of the head... Lights out.

Day Five: Starving

I groaned in that small box that they've been keeping me in for almost 24 hours now. I'm sure it's lunchtime by now. God, was I hungry? The food wasn't very good, but I would've eaten my shirt to end the hunger. Desperate, yeah, it's not any surprise. I sighed and tried to move into a more comfortable position, but there was barely any space in the box. I leaned my head back against the wall and sighed again.

Suddenly, the box door opened. "Alright, let's move slowly and not cause any more trouble." a guard glared at me as I carefully got out of the box. I stood and stretched my limps for a moment. "Okay, let's move." the guard rolled his eyes and pushed me towards the exit of the room.

"Patience is a virtue," I muttered as I stumbled forwards.

My legs were sore, and my body was weak from the lack of proper nutrition. It wasn't lack of food, no... I was cursed with being a monster, a vampire, a beast that fed off of that deep crimson liquid. I hadn't fed since before they locked me away in this hellhole. Naturally, they tried to kill me, but since that didn't work, they locked me up instead... Now, they're most likely trying to starve me to death, but that's not going to work out for anyone. Eventually, I'll lose control and start ripping people's throats out. It'll be quite the show.