So it all started during the Movement. Stupid me didnt get out of the house in time and I wound up in jail. Thanks for being a mass murderer Mom. Guilty by association... Thats what I told the guard who came by to check up on me everyday. I pleaded for my freedom, but there was nothing either of us could do. He couldnt get me out, no matter how much I tried to bargain with him. The anti-psychic cells didnt help much either. I couldnt even use force to try and break my way out. Not that I would have anyway. Twelve year old me didn't believe in using violence. That would only prove that I belonged behind bars. During the movement, Im guessing age didnt matter. At least, thats how the guard came across.
Dieter Blaisedale was his name. Every day without fail he'd come by my cell, mock me for a bit, then mellow out and hold some sort of conversation with me. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, he was the only companion I had while I sat and wasted away in that jail cell. I hated the situation I was in, and in turn, hated Dieter because there was nothing he could do to free me from my prison. That wasnt the only reason I hated him though. I couldnt stand the way he treated me- like a little kid. Then again, he didnt always treat me like a kid...
He taunted me with my own freedom, opening the iron door and letting me make a break for it, only to tie me up with ropes from the palm of his hand and drag me back to my cell. Thats when I learned his name, and he learned mine. He agreed to let me go if he could have a kiss first- my first kiss- and from that moment on, we were tied together. Not wanting to be bound for the rest of the night, I let him take that stupid kiss, and like promised, he let me go. That kiss opened a new door of options for me.
From that day on, I used Dieter and was able to manipulate him into letting me go back to my family. I feigned emotion for him, letting him do almost anything he wanted if it meant him allowing me to escape. Little did I know, he'd follow me out and come back to my family with me. I also didn't anticipate the fact that the attention he gave me was exactly what I was looking for, and the feelings I had faked would become real. A ten-year age difference was the only thing standing in our way.
Of course, that didn't matter one bit. We stayed together, much to everyone's dismay, and decided that no matter what they threw at us, we'd always be together. We have our ups and downs just like anyone else, but every night, he always comes home. It's my bed he lays down on- Dieter doesnt sleep... I think it has something to do with all that coffee he insists on drinking, but try telling him that and he gets twitchy. The fact that he loves me is more than I could ever ask for.