"Psst, hey girl" Henry reached his hand through the metal bars in his cell and slapped the concrete on my side.

I groaned. " Argh leave me alone"

He shot me a sympathetic look. " You know, I really can help you get out of here"

" Really?," I faked enthusiasm. "Is that why you look beaten, battered and bruised?"

He frowned and looked at the ground.

I sighed. " Sorry i'm being such a bitch but...if the one person I thought would —could save me isn't going to"

A single tear slid down my cheek.

The old man laughed. " You mean..Jackson Miller?"

I froze. " H-How do you know him?"

"That's what i've been trying to tell you, he was here" He grabbed the bars with both hands.

I gasped. " He was here? Jackson? What where is—"

The old man smiled softly making three wrinkle lines appear on his forehead. "Well he wasn't here here, but...I saw him"

I squinted my eyes, puzzled. " Wha— you mean like a psychic?"

"In a way...yes," Something crossed over his face when I laughed. "Look, I know you don't believe me but sometimes you need to believe in the things that seem impossible"

I tried to clear my mind. I want to believe him but I can't help the feeling that i'm all alone—

"You're not alone" He assured me.

I pushed myself against the wall trying to put as much distance between me and this man as possible. " What the hell, you can read minds too now?"

"Look I can't help you if you don't believe," He moved his hands in a circle in my direction. " You're filled with negative energy"

I looked at him more closely. It was dark so I couldn't really see him that much but he had a white goatee and it looked like there were bald patches in his hair. Can someone shed that much hair?, no it looked like they were yanked out. ouch. I also noticed he was wearing a...sheet. He literally wrapped a sheet around himself like a toga —or maybe that's what they gave him to wear and he made the best of it. The point is, if anyone is a psychic he is right?

Right?

I inhaled deeply. Pushing all my beliefs aside I nodded my head. " I believe"

He stared directly at me for a few minutes, no words just, stares. I can trust this guy right? I keep second guessing myself. I hate it. It's not like he can do anything to me, he's in a different cell than I am anyway.

Henry reached his arms out and I crawled over to where he was sitting and placed my hands on his —which by the was was covered in dirt and i'm pretty sure I saw pieces of his grey hair too. He closed his eyes and for a minuted I just stared at him thinking wtf but then...

"Please," A dark haired woman gasped. "I don't know where she is!"

"Bullshit!, you don't know where your own daughter is?!" Jackson growled.

" Look, Mr i'm sorry she kidnapped your friend but i'm sorry, I— the last time I saw Sadie she was leaving for college" The woman pleaded for her life.

Jackson glared at her then looked at three tall guys to his right. " Bag her up"

One of the guys grabbed a rope and another pulled out a knife then they —

" No! No stop please I can't watch this," I pulled away from his hand. "How is this even possible?"

"Look I know this is strange but there are mystical things in the world, things you didn't even know exist," Henry explained. "What you view happened yesterday so whatever it is you don't want to see happened already whether you want to see it or not, however it's taking all my energy to project this to you right now so once you see it i'm afraid you can't view it again"

"I...," I stared at him in horror. "...Don't know what's going on right now"

" You don't have to watch it if you don't want to dear but it's important that to put all your fears behind you, that is how I will help you escape this place" His eyes were kind and reassuring.

"What about you?" I asked.

He smiled as if I just reminded him of some kind of inside joke. " I have a feeling I'll be alright..like magic" he winked.

My head feels like it's going to explode and this is by far the weirdest experience of my life but I held his hands again.

" I don't like hitting women but—"

" Wait! wait! S-She um said something about staying at a palace" The woman —the woman i'm assuming is Sadie's mother said—

Jackson rose his eyebrows. " A palace?"

" Y-Yes um Bianchi manor?"

Jackson paused. " Of course!," He laughed, the men around him exchanged looks. " He took her to his house, thank you"

He kissed the woman's forehead and ran out the door.

"I'm coming vanilla bean"

"W-Why did you show me this?" I asked Henry.

He shot me a sad smile. "So you don't lose hope after what happens next"

" What's gonna happen next?" Confusion was strong in my voice.

" Fight through it ashley, do not give up that easily"

" Fight through what? What's coming?" I looked around panicking.

I locked eyes with the old man again. " He's coming for you" He whispered.

" Wha—?"

" Where did you put that bitch!" Vito spat. I could hear him descending the stairs. I turned around and when I looked back Henry was...gone.

A guard slammed his baton on the metal bars. " Stop talking to a dead man's cell, get up"

I gasped.

What the...

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