It was time for dinner again. The food cart person came by and gave everybody food.

It was only fried fish some salad with another water bottles. I took the plastic fork that started shoving the food in my mouth.

I would always starve myself, but the fish just looked to good to throw away. I took a few bit here and there. Then I threw it away.

I threw the salad away as well, and got the water bottles away with my collection of full bottles.

I sat on the top of my bed, looking down at my feet. Then my eyes slowly turned to my arms. The scars...

I looked at the left side of the bed, then grabbing the roll of bandages. I unraveled it and rapped my arms all over.

I hate looking back at them.

So I cover them.

Then I started crying.

I have never talked about how I felt in a long time. When I told the camera, or so, my family, about how I felt, and knowing that that was the maybe the only time I would ever stand up for myself and say how I felt out loud.

Honestly, I felt relief in me at the fact that I said that.

But I cried knowing it was the last time.

I cried so hard in my cell, that people actually stop to listen to my pain. I cried and cried in my hands as I did not care if people were listening.

Then the sound of a door opened that echoed threw the room.

I didn't even care and kept crying to myself.

I heard footsteps coming closer and closer.

But I don't care.

I cried.

"Why are you crying?" Someone asked.

I stopped for a second, still with little sniffles and hiccups coming from me as I held back my tears. I uncover my face and saw the Norwegian man standing before me behind the cell doors.

I ignored him, but stared back at him as I backed up against the wall a bit, feeling uneasy.

"Didn't I say before that it was rude to not answer?" He asked, making me shudder.

"Sorry." I said. "I don't know why I'm crying..." I admitted.

He hummed in response. He looked down at me again, giving me the pity eye once more. I looked down at my feet, and instantly remembering the noose I made with my shoe laces.

I sighed, still knowing he was staring at me.

Then, I heard a clicking noise, making me look up. He was opening my cell once again. The door was wide opened. He walked up to me, making me push against the wall again.

I looked behind him, to see the wide opened door. I held my eyes on it until he spoke. "Don't even think about it." His voice boomed.

He walked up to me until he was standing over me as I sat there helplessly. My heart started beating and my hands were getting sweaty. I trembled a little at the sight of him.

He lifted his normal hand up to me, making me confused. "Come on." He said, with a lack of emotion. I just stared at his and hand and back at him a few times. I narrowed my eyes at him in confusion. "Why are you just staring at me? Take my hand already and let's go!" He shouted, making me flinch.

"O-Oh! Sorry..." I apologized, then taking his hand to only be pulled up off my bed.

He gripped my hand hard enough for me not to escape it. I yelped at it bit he ignored. He pulled me away from my cell and shut the cell door with his foot as he kept walking.

We walked the other direction away from the exist. I looked back at that door as I was being forced to walk and keep up with his pace while I almost tripped by my own feet.

I looked away from it and looked to where I was being pulled to.

There, a single door in white and a glass window was there. I was confused. Why was I being pulled to another room.

I decided not to ask about it. I looked around me and saw that everyone had their eyes on us.

There was murmurs and whispers going around and I could even hear people wishing me luck.

When I looked up ahead we were already in front of the room, making me bummed into his back.

He didn't react.

It had a number pad on the said and pushed some buttons when I couldn't see and the door opened.

It was a big while room. White bed, another white door to where I assume is the bath and there was a huge water tank in the corner of the right with a styrofoam set of cups beside it.

I walked further into the room as he let go of my hand. I looked around and I was bothered a little at how white it was.

Suddenly, I heard something. I looked behind me and saw that some glass wall came out of the ceiling, making me stuck. I walked up to the glass in confusion and knocked on it and yelled; "what's this?!"

He smirked at my confusion and panic. He stuffed his normal hand in his pocket and said; "just for protection."

"From what?!" I asked, slamming my fist against the hard glass.

He sighed and pulled out some string, looking down at it. "I found your little noose. I noticed you shoes looking loose and shitty earlier so I looked around. And I also noticed most of the food we gave you is down the toilet." He said blankly.

I froze.

No...

He found it...

Now I can't... I...

"How....?" I asked, sliding my hand down the glass, narrowing my eyes in sadness.

"Thats pathetic you know? Taking your life?" He said, still looking at my shoe lace.

I felt my heart sink, knowing I haft to answer. "I know.... I just don't... I..." I didn't know how to respond.

I'm just wondering what going on inside his head.

"But I know what it's like." He said, looking down at me. He gave me the sad eye again, then it disappeared in a flash. "One second." He said. Then he quickly pulled out a hand gun I didn't know he had and turned around and shot the camera that I get again didn't know was there.

I flinched at the sudden action, covering my ears and jumping in place at the noise. "Okay, where were we?" He sarcastically asked. He put on a slay grin and cleared his voice. "Well anyway. I to wasn't treated right by family." He said, looming at me.

My eyes widen a tad bit in interest.

But how could he know my pain...?

"My dad was.... that dad. He pushed me to hard to get me where he wanted me to be. Right here. The red leader." He admitted. He stuffed his hands in his pocket again. "What I'm trying to say is that don't die until you did something that makes things better." He told me, making my heart beat.

Why was he saying this in the first place? Why was he being so nice to me now?

And how could I make things better when I'm a prisoner...?

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked, looking up at him.

"I don't know. Maybe because I relate a little." He looked down at his feet. "But," he peeped up, looking up and his expression changed to a slay look. "This isn't the last time we will have this meeting. have a nice day, Y/n." He said, this walked away from the glass and turning his back at me.

I didn't know what that meant. Was he coming back?

He walked out of the room, leaving a beeping sound behind for a few seconds and then vanishing.

I kept my hand on the glass.

"Wait, he's the red leader?"

A/n

I'm so tired....

Me checking the time to see how late it was.:

Also me: holy fuck, it's only 1:43am???

I usually sleep at five in the morning. Lol.

Love - Fan_girl76 ~

P.S sorry it's short again...