America X Reader Les Miserables- Chapter 1

Pain.

That's the only emotion nowadays.

Suffering.

 That's all there is. Why would their be anything else?

 After all, I'm a prisoner. A worthless scrape of excess in the spit of society; destined for a future of those lower of a slave. That's my future. Even if I ever leave this place. It's all this his god has given me now, a merger possibility of freedom; but what consolation is that? What quality of life is this? In the aspect of flourishing, why was my existence shuffled aside?

'The sun is strong,

It's hot as hell bellow'

Ah, that's right.

The sun.

 That bastard star used to represent my hope, and my love. 

Every emotion that used to fill the now-empty void in my chest; was suddenly abolished, now leaving a barren tundra that frivolous graces occasionally penetrated.

'Look down, look down,

There's twenty years to go'

Twenty more years for some of these blames.

 The salty, sun-banishing liquid danced across my skin, leaving pin pricks along my arms and various limbs. Digits gripping the horse-haired rope, my lower spine carelessly stretched the vertebrates, attempting to haul the large vessel into port.

'I've done nothing wrong!

Sweet Jesus hear my prayer!'

Hope.

A useless emotion that blackened a once golden heart.

But what was one without it?

For it was the base of all cognitive thought;dominating any possibility this bleak existence offered.

'Look down, look down,

Sweet Jesus dosent care'

Often, I find myself wondering about God.

In these many a' day, many souls turned to him; seeking ever lasting substance for the tedious and constant-looming threat of death.

But really, who wasn't to fear the end?

From the time a man is born, his maden-mother is supposed to show him grace, civility, and coddle. The babe's father teaches his discipline, guard-ship, seriousness, and accountability. How to be a man. Then you live, with whatever knowledge you were bestowed with.

But what is the definition and/or occurrence where every being is judged with the same standard, and case?

That is death.

'I know she'll wait,

I know that she'll be true!'

Why would any cherry waste their youth on you?

"Look down, look down,

They've all forgotten you"

Did she forget?

My rosé sister; bound to me by claret gene ties.

It is just our mother really, a two frank whore. 

I only took it to ensure the life of my nephew; but a small child, my junior by twenty five years.1*Corn starch tresses sat framing his youthful face; gently sloping into his gaze, over his ears, and down the base of his neck. Round amethyst orbs sat twitching with any vision.

'When I get free ya won't see me

Here for dust!'

Just another rambunctious body.

'Look down, look down

Don't look em' in the eye.

How long, oh lord 

Before you let me die?!'

Was that all that was left of the hollow shell we bear?

A pleading solace of escape?

Shameful.

'Look down, look down,

You'll always be a slave

Look down, look down

You're standing in your grave'

....... Is this really where I'll die?....

"Now bring me prisoner 24601!"

My tired, ocean specked orbs scanned over to the source of noise. 

That was my number.

2*An oak of a man sat solid on the ashen ground; straw pressed locks sat hard and slick against his scalp, outlining each slope. His round, ceraluen sea eyes locked hard on my frame; harsh pangs of hate sat electrocuted down my very spine. His thunderous tone drew laced with a 3*duetslandic draw, pronouncing each sylble with a venomous bite. An ebony uniform tailed with onyx trimmings clothed his figure, various badges glistening in the mid-day sunlight.

Two recruits flanked me, grasping my forearms and presenting me towards the duestch male.

"Your time is up,

Your parole has begun.

Do you know what this means?"

C-could this be?

After all my years? Oh god, could I see her again?! sweet Je- 

Wait!....... No Javert.

Do not forget.

"Y-yes, it means I'm free."

I sputtered.

"No!" The officer barked.

"It means you get

Your yellow ticket-of-leave!

You are a thief"

Rage boiled in my blood, scarlet anger soon coursing through my circulation.

"I stole a loaf of bread!"

What was the use? I've already served my term...

 Guilty

"You robbed a house"

How dare he!

"I broke a window pane," I defended,

"My sister's child was close to death

And we were starving."

What would the rich care?

One lump of wheat out of their casting of various bread, entrapped with other substance.

The officers blond eyebrows furrowed hard, piercing ocean eyes boreing into my own amyhyeist. Thin, chapped ribbons of lips drew back to boom an intrepid phrase.

"You will starve again!

Unless you learn the meaning of the law!"

The snarl toar from his soar throat as drly as sand, possibly scaring.

"I know the meaning of those nineteen years,

A prisoner of the law"

An equal grow emanated from my torso,

"Five years for what you did,

The rest because you tried to run,

Yes, 24601."

"My name is Jean Valjean!"

An in-cognitive tweak flicked its way to my vocal cords, masking my dialect.

"And I am Jarvet,

Do not forget my name!

Do not forget me,

24601"

The guard boomed, etching shook waves into my stature.

'Look down, look down,

You'll always be a slave 

Look down, look down,

Your standing in your grave."

Lies......