Trapped. Trapped in a room with no escape. I've been beaten and bruised but I will not break. I have been trusted with information and I refuse to give it up. He trusts me and I won't betray that trust.
I sit on my dirty, damp mattress and wait. I wait for the cold, dead hands to pull me away for my next round of torture.
I lay and listen to the screams of the others. I cover my ears to make it stop but it doesn't work. Nothing does.
The screams echoing off my four walls was enough to drive me insane but I stayed strong. I had to. For him. My hope. The hope that one day I will be in his arms again.
I wait in silence until I hear it. The dreadful click of my cell door. I prepare myself for the cold hands but they did not come. I turn to see who had come to my door. Him.
My eyes well up with tears. This can't be real. I stand to face him. He can't be real. I hold my arm out to touch him. He has to be a ghost. He takes my hand and pulls me into his warm embrace.
I break down into tears. He is real. I stay in his arms for a moment more before I pull away to look his face. His eyes were emotionless and his voice was hoarse when he pulled me in close and whispered into my ear. "You should of gave in". I looked at him confused until I felt it. The blade that pierced my heart. He let go of me and turns his back to me. I drop to my knees, bleeding, crying, knowing I had moments to live and so I said my last words...
I still love you.
