I won't say goodbye... (Deja and Prism. JB)

How has life been since I returned from the depths of that old house that kept me captive for months only to reenter this world where my parents ended up dead and it was just me and my brother? It's been nothing but terrible and horrible and so many other things to say. I miss my parents. I miss my old life, which I barely remember thanks to the poison that ran through my body for so long. My distant memories have been wiped but some remain. Images and voices, they speak to me in way that I can never say. Never tell... The moment I came back to the real world, I was completely terrified of life. So scared of the touch of another. I just knew that someone was going to hurt me again. Someone was going to take me away from my freedom, but he was there.

Prism appeared in the darkest moments of my life. My body was weak and tired. My head so fuzzy from the poison that I could barely stand, yet I managed to get away with sheer determination only to end up in a dingy alleyway and fearing for my life. I almost wanted to go back to the place because I had became cold and fearful. Even his voice the moment I heard him I wanted to die. He brought me back, though. He laid his hand upon my shoulder, begging me to let him help him. Somehow he just knew that I had been through a lot and took it easy with me.

If it wasn't for him, I'd be nowhere. I'd be dead.

"Prism..." I jerk my head upward and look into the crowd near the boys section. No... not him. Not Prism. He's everything to me. First Cadman. Now Prism... Immediatley, tears spring to my eyes and I feel my heart drop into my stomach. The world around me begins to spin like no other. Swirls of color as I watch the men in white walk over to him and start to take him, but he's forceful and won't let them.

"PRISM! NO!" I scream out.

I do not speak to many people anymore. Not since I learned I can't trust anyone. I do not know what to say to people half the time, but Prism is the only one that I've ever been able to talk to since I was found. Since he saved me. I feel safe around him. I feel safe in his presence only. He kept me alive and he's gone off to die... this can't happen. This isn't possible.

And just like that... he shakes hands with the one girl with red hair... I don't even know her name. Everything has went blank... except for one thing. I have to reach him. I have to talk to him. I have to make sure that he makes it back to me... without him I just don't know... I just don't know...

The crowd starts to disappate once they know that they aren't the ones to be reaped. The crowds of parents eagerly take in their own and hug them. Some are laughing while others cry, and here I am, shoving my way past the flowing edges of the sea of people to get to Prism before I never see him again.

"Deja. Where are you going? Get back here..." I can hear my brother's voice yelling to me, but I can't stop. I won't stop. He didn't give up on me, so I have to let him know that I'm not giving up on him.

"Wait... I need to see him. Prism, wait for me! Please... DON'T LEAVE ME." I barge pass the peacekeepers just as one holds me back.

"Wait your turn little lady. YOu'll have your chance." He growls and takes my arm and leads me to where I need to be and he stuffs me into this hallway and stands guard in front of me. His gaze bores holes in my head as I start to feel exposed. I feel like the puppet again. Shoved up against the wall and being made not to move. Why did they call your name, Prism? I'm going to miss you. I know what these games do... I don't want you to go.

"You have three minutes. Go." The man suddenly claims after what seems like an eternity. Just like that, I dart off and run to the door where I see some little girl had came out of. She's walking in the opposite direction and I fear for her. That's her brother in there and she may never see him again either.

Without knocking, I open the door and wrap my arms around the boy that I find to be my everlasting lifeline. Tears cascade down my face as I bury my head into his chest and sniffle my nose. "Prism... you have to make it back."