"Dakota, right?" I asked, smiling at the curly haired mixed woman standing in front of me. She stared at me blankly before glaring at me.
"You're the bitch that is keeping me here!" She hissed, stomping towards me. I had let her out, but hadn't left the room. I wanted to talk to her, to try to understand her and try to be her friend.
I stared at the ground, rubbing my hands together before speaking, "Uhm... Well, yes, but it's my job."
"You fucking kidnapped me!" She screamed, walking closer. She was looking intimidating as always. I backed up slowly.
"I'm sorry. I can't help it. I was born for this. This is my job. It's my destiny," I calmly murmured, now looking at her. She groaned and turned around. I was mildly confused by her actions.
"You're a hypocrite. You prance around here like you're all perfect without any problems, but I know. I know that you're just as broken as us, yet you're not in a cage. You may not be "special", but you know enough to be locked in these cages just like us. You think you're better than us? Well, guess again. You're a fucking hypocrite!" She screamed, attempting to use her powers. Tears filled my eyes at her rant. She was right wasn't she?
"Power dampening switch is on. You can't use your powers when it's on," I murmured, looking at the ground to shield her from my tears. What I didn't expect was a harsh right hook coming across my face. My eyes widened.
"Did you just-," I started, but before I could finish she tried to throw a jab at me. I dodged it just in time, but missed the roundhouse kick coming towards me. She managed to capture me in her hold as I fell to the ground, groaning out in pain.
The door opened to show two guards that grabbed Dakota. She struggled, screaming out profanities as they held her against the far wall. I feebly got up before completely breaking down. Tears flooded my eyes like the Niagara Falls.
I felt broken. It was like my entire life I was born to do one thing, but I want to do something else. I want to be someone else. I don't want to constantly wonder if I'm making my parents proud or if I can ever be normal. I want freedom. Was this how the P.S.s feel?
"Get out," I hissed to the guards. The began to protest, but before they could, I raised my voice at them.
"I said get. out."
The guards scrambled to exit the containment cell. They closed the door behind them and stayed there in case of emergency.
"You're right. My entire life I was given a purpose. My purpose is to attain, secure, and defend. I protect the world from the impossible, the harmful. My roll is so important to this world. I was prepared for it my whole life. And you're right. I am a hypocrite. I do walk around like I'm perfect because if my crown slips then I let everyone I love down. The people I love will be in danger. They all could die, and I don't want that. I don't want the one person I have ever loved romantically to die. I'm sorry. I'm so incredibly sorry. I also want to be free. I want to be able to live instead of exist, but for now I have to do my best. My best is all I can offer. I'm sorry if my best isn't enough. I wish I was able to make a difference. If I could change this world, I would. If I could create a world where we can all live in peace and finally be free, I would," I crumbled to the floor. My chest felt like it was constricting. It felt like I couldn't breathe. I was truly defeated. Maybe I'm not who I think I am. Maybe I need to leave.
"That boy that you were with... is that?" I knew what she was thinking as soon as she asked. Instead of trying to kill me, she was trying to understand me.
"He's my sunshine. Some days I wonder if I should keep fighting or just let go, but then I see him," I paused, tears now flowing faster down my cheeks. "He's always been there. He showed up when I was eight, and now he's my world."
She nodded her head. Then, she did the unexpected. She hugged me to her. I laid my head on her shoulder, soaking her white shirt with my tears that just wouldn't stop.
"I loved a man once. He was older, successful. He tricked me into thinking that I was his one and only. I later realized that I was his seven and many," she whispered bitterly. I hugged her tighter, signaling that I was here for her just like she was for me. We just held each other, showing our support while I tried my best to stop crying.
"Lilith? What are you doing? Go to your room. Back away from Dakota," Killian demanded, marching into the room. I groaned, rolling my eyes at Killian. I exited the room and mouthing a 'thank you' to her as I left. She nodded her head, biting her lip. Even though we had a heart to heart, I don't think that she completely liked me yet. Maybe something got to her when Killian came in.
It's been a long day, and you know what makes me happy after a long day? Ben.
I walked to his door in the other hallway, opening it. I made sure that no guards were around before stepping in. Normally I wouldn't enter the cell, but I missed him. I needed him.
"Gosh, I missed you," I whispered out, hugging his newly washed frame to me. I must look like a mess with my little, red dress and tear streaked eyes. He didn’t seem to notice since he guided my face to his, kissing me softly.