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Tesia's POV:

Gasp

Tesia's chest went up and down as she heaved, she was trying to control her breathing as she oriented herself and figured out her surroundings. The smell of dust and earth, the sound of people walking and speaking outside all of the mixture of sensations brought back the reality of her location which sobered her up.

It had already been over a year and a half since she had woken up in this same room, away from everything that she knew and loved. She squeezed her chest trying to calm her heart down, a pointless gesture but it brought a slight sense of comfort to the aching emptiness in her chest when she realized once again that she was in her cell that was composed of the same four brick walls, a barred window and a sturdy metal door. Then she sat on her bunk bed to center herself and closed her eyes trying to slow down her breathing.

"Not that dream again, I thought I was over it at this point"

Tesia spoke to herself, trying but unable to control the tears that were coming out of the corner of her eyes. The dream that tormented her since she arrived at the MSPA had become less frequent as the dread and horror disappeared and were replaced by the familiarity of a routine.

The dream was always the same, it was her last day of freedom, when everything was just how her normal boring life was before her torment started. It always started the same way by being woken up by Maisey jumping on top of her, seeing her parents flirt with each other, hanging out with Maria, going to the party that she was looking forward to so much, getting trapped in the room, punching Rick, waking up in the police station and finally being told that she was a murderer while she saw the despair in her parents faces, sometimes Maisey was there and other times Maria was laughing at how stupid she was for trusting her.

Occasionally she was just acting the same routine, trapped in her body, blissfully ignorant about what was to come.

But the worst of those dreams was always when she was observing from the outside, aware of every mistake that she had committed on that day, but unable to alter anything. She shouted at her past self to not go to the party, to not go up the stairs, to not open the door, to not fight Rick, but the events always concluded in the same manner. Tesia considered these dreams her real punishment since she was offered hope and happiness before everything was taken away by the loud buzz of the prison's wake-up alarm. At least today she woke up by herself since it was a rest day and could have a bit of time for herself to settle her thoughts. The seventh day was the day that where she could sleep in and recover from her exhausting weekly routine.

When she woke up from this type of dreams the mask of contentment that she had settled with usually tended to fall off and she started to regret every single action that she had taken since that day. Then sometimes her mind started going down a spiral of dark thoughts. She missed her family immensely, Maisey should have grown up so much now since she was 10 years old and her parents, the last time she saw them, looked kind of haggard. It was obvious that her circumstances was taking a toll on them, but they kept hoping for an appeal that was unlikely to happen. On these days she was reminded that she would most likely spend the rest of her youth toiling away in a hole on the ground, filling the pockets of some rich Oligarch that she had never met, what if...........

Knock, Knock

"Rise and shine sweet girl"

Tesia looked up and Ger was at the door with her usual easy and welcoming smile which put a halt to her spiraling thoughts.

Prev: 6. Tesia's Resolve (Prologue -End) - Essence

Next: 8. Tesia's Resolve - Ger

Description
Tesia's POV:

Gasp

Tesia's chest went up and down as she heaved, she was trying to control her breathing as she oriented herself and figured out her surroundings. The smell of dust and earth, the sound of people walking and speaking outside all of the mixture of sensations brought back the reality of her location which sobered her up.

It had already been over a year and a half since she had woken up in this same room, away from everything that she knew and loved. She squeezed her chest trying to calm her heart down, a pointless gesture but it brought a slight sense of comfort to the aching emptiness in her chest when she realized once again that she was in her cell that was composed of the same four brick walls, a barred window and a sturdy metal door. Then she sat on her bunk bed to center herself and closed her eyes trying to slow down her breathing.

"Not that dream again, I thought I was over it at this point"

Tesia spoke to herself, trying but unable to control the tears that were coming out of the corner of her eyes. The dream that tormented her since she arrived at the MSPA had become less frequent as the dread and horror disappeared and were replaced by the familiarity of a routine.

The dream was always the same, it was her last day of freedom, when everything was just how her normal boring life was before her torment started. It always started the same way by being woken up by Maisey jumping on top of her, seeing her parents flirt with each other, hanging out with Maria, going to the party that she was looking forward to so much, getting trapped in the room, punching Rick, waking up in the police station and finally being told that she was a murderer while she saw the despair in her parents faces, sometimes Maisey was there and other times Maria was laughing at how stupid she was for trusting her.

Occasionally she was just acting the same routine, trapped in her body, blissfully ignorant about what was to come.

But the worst of those dreams was always when she was observing from the outside, aware of every mistake that she had committed on that day, but unable to alter anything. She shouted at her past self to not go to the party, to not go up the stairs, to not open the door, to not fight Rick, but the events always concluded in the same manner. Tesia considered these dreams her real punishment since she was offered hope and happiness before everything was taken away by the loud buzz of the prison's wake-up alarm. At least today she woke up by herself since it was a rest day and could have a bit of time for herself to settle her thoughts. The seventh day was the day that where she could sleep in and recover from her exhausting weekly routine.

When she woke up from this type of dreams the mask of contentment that she had settled with usually tended to fall off and she started to regret every single action that she had taken since that day. Then sometimes her mind started going down a spiral of dark thoughts. She missed her family immensely, Maisey should have grown up so much now since she was 10 years old and her parents, the last time she saw them, looked kind of haggard. It was obvious that her circumstances was taking a toll on them, but they kept hoping for an appeal that was unlikely to happen. On these days she was reminded that she would most likely spend the rest of her youth toiling away in a hole on the ground, filling the pockets of some rich Oligarch that she had never met, what if...........

Knock, Knock

"Rise and shine sweet girl"

Tesia looked up and Ger was at the door with her usual easy and welcoming smile which put a halt to her spiraling thoughts.

Prev: 6. Tesia's Resolve (Prologue -End) - Essence

Next: 8. Tesia's Resolve - Ger