"Jasper," I whisper, the emotion thickening up just those two simL
ple syllables. My voice acts as the bony arm of a prisoner locked away
in a metal cell, reaching out desperately in hopes of being rescued,
but I don't have the proper words to meet him halfway and tell him
exactly what I need to be rescued from the prison that is my mind.
The shackles of my past hold me back.