The Darkest & Brightest

[Milly]

Did you know that jail cells have windows? Most of them don’t, but a rare few do; tiny slits in a window that lets in just enough light that you think you feel like a person. How do I know that? Because I’m staring at one… Or, I’m desperately trying to anyway. It’s raining outside; I can hear the little pitter patter of the rain as it hits the side of the stone and collects right at the lip of the window. If I didn’t have that I wouldn’t even know that. I guess I’m lucky that I get to have a window. Lucky that my dad’s important, right?

Oh, right.

You know how I said I felt like I had a message bottled up inside of me crying for help? Well. That message exploded and the glass shards that was the bottle I used ended up cutting someone really bad. It doesn’t help that apparently I tapped straight into occult magic right when I did it, either, or so they say.

And so I’m lucky that I’m only sitting here for assault. Lucky that I only have a bracelet that keeps track of where I am, and that they can sap my magic pretty quickly if needed. Or, they could, if I didn’t already take it apart. It’s okay, I put it back together again just the way I found it so no one needs to know but you and I. I wasn’t trying to escape, I was just curious. I know I’m dangerous; to myself, to others, to innocent bystanders.

I really am crazy, aren’t I?

I didn’t really mean to hit them with the bottle, or even cut them; I just wanted to yell a little and be done with it. They asked me where my mom was and they wouldn’t understand that I didn’t want to talk about it. I kept telling them that. They kept pressing. They wouldn’t listen. They wouldn’t listen. So I made sure they understood my point. It happened so fast I don’t really remember it, honestly. One moment I’m insisting that I didn’t want to talk about it, and the next I’m holding a broken bottle and there’s blood everywhere. People are screaming. I think I fainted at the sight of the blood.

Then I woke up here. Locked up, just until the doctors can check me over and make sure I’m okay. Make sure I’m not crazy. I’m pretty sure they’ll say I’m not, but I think I know crazy pretty well because I’m living it. Probably also need to make sure everything is in order with the person I hurt, and no, I didn’t eavesdrop on a guard to hear it. I promise.

I don’t know how I’m going to get out of this one, honestly. But I hope I do, because sitting in here all day is already boring enough. I have studies to do, I have things to assemble and disassemble and assemble again. I hope my cat is okay. Maybe I’ll get more.