The beautiful music of Velle saying my name was starting to drift me away. Shaking the thought from my head, I looked at her seriously, “Stop. I did something awful, and then I get a letter to come here. What are you stopping it from doing?” I raised my voice to a thunderous hateful tone. Feeling the constant thud of my heart rushing blood through my extremities, I balled my hands into tight fists. “I don’t like games, don’t beseech my intelligence” As if reacting to my anger, this time I couldn’t see the umbrage, but I could feel it shift away from me moving closer to Velle. Consequently a painfully, screeching, grinding sound came from seemingly everywhere, but nowhere in specific. Just as the gruesome sound started, our prisons started to
