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Tight Screams: Part 1

A/N: This story might be a bit long as well. I hope you enjoy!

"Forget it!", The police officer says, sitting across from me.

He forces himself to take a deep breath and keep his hands steady. "We'll talk tomorrow.", He grits out between his teeth.

He stands and walks out the cell door. I allow myself, a small smile. 'Finally, some peace and quiet.' I thought.

 I look at the cameras in the ceiling. I give the people watching, a little wave and a smile.

The smile's innocent. I'd rather not give them another reason to interrogate me about my behavior.

It's almost fascinating to see my interrogators go from being kind and giving me plea deals to being frustrated and giving me threats.

It's been about 5 months and I'm still strong. Patience and silence makes the best revenge.

I test out my voice. My voice is a little raspy from little use of it. I make sure my voice is still in perfect condition. After all, when I get out of here, I'll have to face the fire when I meet the others.

I'm the only one of the group, caught. Well, they left me to clean up their mess so it's more of their fault.

I lay down on my bed. My light brown hair spilling out onto the pillow. My group will not come for me. They will not break me out.

So, I'll break myself out. The problem is that I don't have the right materials.

Maybe, I'll let loose some information from my tongue. Give the detectives a reprieve.

I feel the urge to scream at the cameras, to scream at the other members, and most of all, life in general.

I keep my mouth tightly closed. I turn away from the cameras. I can't let them see that I may be close to cracking, they will pounce like panthers.

A siren goes off outside my cell. I smile wide to the cameras and give a little goodbye wave.

My group has come for me, after all.