The Proposed Prophecies

“Nothing truly mattered down in the prison. I wasn’t sure how long I was down there but it felt like an infinity. It was freezing cold and there were metal bars everywhere that I touched. The water was everywhere, slowly rising up to my ankles and I counted each drop of the water, waiting for the ocean to come and claim me.

There were other people brought into the prison nearly each day. It was too dark to see who they were but I remember their voices clearly. Female, male… once even a child’s voice and I thought of Tommy right away but it wasn’t him. I remember clearly as they screamed for help at first but became muted after couple of days. It felt as if I was surrounded by an eternity of dying. I even became immune to the smell of the rotten human flesh after a while.

There was someone who kept bringing me food on daily basis but I never heard this individual talk and I didn’t even know if it was a male or female, Alter or human, but whomever it was it saved my life. They moved so quickly and quietly that I only ever heard the sound of boots moving through water. I received a blanket I could cover myself with on the mattress and clean clothes each day. But I never said thank you. I was too hurt and too tired to even acknowledge the help back then. All I really wanted was to die.

“How did you get out?” Liv’s eyes met with Katie’s, which was an unusual thing. It had only happened three time since Katie had come into the nursing home. Her deep brown eyes made Liv stop thinking and talking for a while. Perhaps that’s why Katie never really kept eye contact with her, Liv thought. It was a distraction of some sort. The wireless heart monitor started beeping faster and Liv knew she had to calm down no matter how hard is was to remember the past. She needed to avoid her nurse, Carly, coming in and giving her the medicine that always made her sleepy and groggy. She exhaled deeply, closing her eyes and focusing on her breathing. In and out, in and out. The beeping sound stabilized and she smiled.

“Because of Joann.” Liv says and looks at her hands that were now covered with frail lines. She remembered that day clearly.

“Was Joann good after all?” Katie asked Liv kept her glance downwards, though she sensed Katie looking at her again. “Not exactly.” Liv closed her eyes.

“I couldn’t see anything but I could recognize her voice as she came down the day I escaped. I wasn’t even sure how I had the energy and power to do so. I felt so weak but something inside of me kept urging me to try and to take this opportunity once I heard Joann came down in to the prison. She said she didn’t have a choice and it was the only way to survive and that she had come get me to make me better, stronger and to allow me to fight for my freedom. I didn’t really know what she meant or why was she even there. But one thing I did know was that this might be my only change of getting out of the prison alive.”