Chapter 60 : nothing but that

“Mi, Do you want to talk about it?” Emmet asked placing a restraining hand onto my shoulder as he led me back into the corridor from the nurses’ station. I tried to wriggle out of it so I could run back to the privacy of my new cell. There was nothing he could do or say that would stop the anger that was now rising in my body, and with it the tears. I knew Emmet had seen me cry before but this was different. Not the normal grief for my own life lost but now for someone else’s. For the little lost girl spending her life locked in the darkness of apple gates “padded cell” Arabella had almost instantly became more important than me now, weather it was just because of her name or because I had never seen another teenager as completely destroyed as the rocking girl on the cameras I didn’t know, I just knew she was a whole lot bigger.  Who the hell was she a threat to, and why did no one else stand up for her?

“What, talk about the fact you are keeping a terrified teenager looked in a padded cell for her own good. Emmet I’m more a danger to other people’s safety then she is!” I bit down on my lip hard trying to stem the angry tears. “She’s been driven to an inch of her sanity in there god damn it!” I stopped and breathed in deeply as I was now literally shaking with the rage in me “I’m going to my room!” I snapped seeing the grimace form on Emmet’s face and his hand once again edging to his alarm. They used that bloody thing like a toy. I ran down the corridor before he could stop me, the tears spilling over my eyes.

“Mi, are you safe?” He called again before I disappeared into my room. Was I ever? I nodded twice sharply and disappeared into my room. I heard him sigh from the end of the corridor and half expected him to come after me. So I waited trembling silently on my bed for the intrusion but after a few moments he didn’t so I knew it was safe.

I jumped off of the bed and started passing up and down the centre of the tiny room. With every second I spent in there I hated it more. This was designed to suck the individuality out of the individuals, to make us what they think we should be. To do to us what they had done to Arabella. They said she was volatile but all I saw was a scared little girl, stripped of everything including her dignity, her privacy and her sanity. What the hell did she do to make two grown men like Harry and Emmet fear her so? Why could they not see her like I saw her now? Was there so much power to hold it over me in just a name?

I paced faster my breathing accelerating into almost panic. I dug my nails into the palms of my hand and bit my bottom lip repeatedly but nothing could ease the anger. Nothing could numb the pain of seeing her in there; nothing could stop the intrusive pictures of both this Arabella and MY Arabella intruding in my brain. No nothing… Nothing but… that.