My Heart 🔪

Part three of My Mistake! I finally finished it. Enjoy! 

BLAKE'S POV:

I scream, again, for what must be the twentieth time this morning. 

I hate it here. It’s cold, and small, and I just hate it. And I decided to make it everyone’s problem. I keep screaming.

Despite how hard I tried, I still got caught. I nearly killed the people that tried to take me to jail, so they brought me here. I’m not exactly sure where I am, but it’s terrible. I think it’s some kind of high security prison.

I’m in a small room with plain white walls. I’m sitting on the floor, because there is nothing in here. Not even a bed.

I’m wearing a white jumpsuit. There’s no zipper, buttons, pockets, or anything. I’m not even sure how they got this on me. I don’t know how I’ll get it off if they ever come to wash it. 

One of my legs is chained to the wall, making it so I can reach the door. I get food three times a day, usually an apple, a sandwich, and some water.

The one good thing about being here, is that I have a nice guard. He’s the only person I’ll tolerate.

They tried sending other people, but I just screamed till they left. When they sent him, he didn’t leave. When I shut up, he gave me my lunch, and he’s been my permanent guard ever since.

 He never smiles. I guess I can’t really blame him, I mean, he’s working here. I’ve tried to talk to him, but he usually just gives me one worded answers, and never shows any emotion. 

“Morning,” 

I look up. There he is. He closes the door behind him.

He looks about my age. He has curly dark brown hair, blue eyes, and light skin. He’s wearing a gray uniform.

DON’T TALK, KILL HIM! ESCAPE!

I ignore the voice. “Good morning.”

“You okay?” He asks, putting the food in front of me. I guess he heard me screaming.

I shrug. “No, not really.”

“Yeah, stupid question. Sorry.”

I reach for the food, and to my surprise, he doesn’t jerk away. He steps back slowly, standing in front of the door. 

Apparently, they don’t trust me with plastic, because the sandwich is on top of a small napkin, the apple on top of that. A cup of water sits beside them. I mean, they couldn’t even wrap it up? The floor is disgusting. 

But I eat it. Of course I do. I’m hungry. 

I glance up, taking a bite out of the apple. “Do you have to watch me eat?”

“It’s required.” He replies. “Sorry.”

“Why do you apologize so much?” I ask him, going back to my food.

“I don’t mean to. Sorry.”

I want to know his name, so I’m not just calling him "guard".

“Are you trying to be funny, Liam?” 

“No, of course not. And I’m sorry, but that’s not my name.”

I look back up, and see the hint of a smile on his face. He coughs, covering his mouth with his fist. He looks away, pursing his lips.

I smirk. “You aren’t funny, John, in case you were wondering.”

“It’s not John either.” He says, the smile clearer now. 

I start guessing names, until he finally tells me what it is.

“No, no, it’s Ryan.”

I nearly choke on the water. Ryan? Seriously?

I wipe my mouth, scowling. “I’m not calling you that. Pick something else.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You want me to pick a different name?”

“Yes.” 

He’s about to say something, but an alarm goes off, and he curses. 

“I’ve got to go.” He says, the emotion on his face disappearing quickly. 

I frown, but let him kneel down, and take the food I didn’t finish. I usually eat faster, but I got distracted. By him.

“You can call me Will.” He says softly before standing, and walking out the door. 

Huh. He’s not that bad.

DON’T FALL IN LOVE. LOVE IS WHAT GOT YOU HERE.

I wince. The voice is right. But I’m not going to fall in love. Not again. Not after last time.

                                                             *

The door opens, and I look up. It’s Will.

I’m about to say something, but a short shake of his head makes me close my mouth. I frown, confused.

He puts the food in front of me, then stands silently at the door.

What happened?

I frown at him, but he doesn’t even look at me. 

I pick up the sandwich and take a bite. I almost spit it out, because there’s something papery in it. I look at the sandwich. There’s a small, folded piece of paper in it, and I pull it out. I start unfolding it, but Will coughs, and I glance up at him. He shakes his head again, still not looking at me, and I drop it in my lap. I guess I’ll read it later. 

                                                             *

Will didn’t say anything at all. When he leaves, I opens the piece of paper.

I’m sorry, but I’m not allowed to talk to you anymore. If you want, I can put a piece of paper in your food to communicate. I’ll see you at dinner. 

I grin. I can’t believe he broke the rules. For me.

DON’T GET YOUR HOPES UP. HE DOESN’T LIKE YOU.

Is the voice right? I mean, he must like me at least a little if he’s willing to break the rules.

This is a bad idea. I don’t want to fall in love with him. But, then again, I might not. I can do that. We can just be friends, right?

...Right?

                                                                   *

Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. I'm so, so wrong.

I don’t know how long it’s been, but we’ve found a way to communicate. I’ll talk quietly when he’s in here, and he’ll write questions on the paper, then hide it with my food. 

I told him about Ryan and Blake, what I did, and why he did it. I told him about the voice, despite it protesting. He said, well wrote, that people will do anything for love. It wasn’t a good idea, but he doesn’t really blame me.

And...I think that’s when I fell in love with him. 

STUPID, STUPID, STUPID, STUPID.

Yeah, yeah, I know. He probably doesn’t like me. I mean, why would he like me?

He reminds me of Ryan, and I think that’s part of why I fell for him. I try not to think about him too much, but I can’t help it sometimes. I miss everything about him. 

Today, after dinner, I open the note he left.

If you want to escape, be ready to go an hour after I leave. And if you get us caught, I’m going to kill you.

Part 4 is called My Escape.