Can't Trust a Girl in Blue

Autumn wakes up slowly. Till she realizes she was waking up, and goes into panic as she feels that her jaw is wide open. But the pain is not match for her hunger was more overwhelming than anything. She’s practically starved, no food in two days now. She smells the food, or what her mind thinks to be food, but can’t move or even look to see if it was all just in her head. Her limbs were still strapped tightly to the table.

Finding herself listening so close. No noises, just still, blank, still air. Why was she strapped to the table? Who is the boy who seems to be caring for her in a weird way? So many questions flow through her thoughts as she lays in the silence. Then her skin prickles as she hears the squeaking of a door opening ever so slowly. She shakes in fear as she doesn't hear any footsteps or any other noises. She then feels a hand suddenly touch her forehead, being dragged softly, straight down to her bellybutton.

“Autumn it’s time for the meeting of the sick. Shall you ready with no aggression?” said a deep voice, a voice deeper than her usual caretakers, more filled with firmness and hate. “I’ll send someone in 10 minutes.”

He takes off her restraints and leaves the room before she can even sit up to look. She feels her mouth and lips, clean of blood with small bumps of scabs where the stitch were. She looks around as the lights dim suddenly to a more visible level of brightness.

As her eyes adjust, she attempts to take in the contents of her surroundings. The room consisted of the table she had been restrained to, which was not much bigger than she was, in the center of the room. The walls white paint peeling and the small desk in the corner. She walks towards the desk cautiously at first, then smells the sweet smell of food touched her nostrils, even if it’s just a cooked potato and a piece of bread. She was too hungry to be picky. Devouring slow at first, then remember the voices words, 10 minutes. She stuffs her face quickly. Then sees a pile of clothes in the corner, consisting of a light blue t-shirt, bra and undies, and black shorts. Quickly, she gets fully dressed; then licks the plate eagerly, wanting more.

Door opens suddenly. Her regular caretaker comes in. “Autumn we must be off then. Quickly.” He says as he grabs her arm and pulls her out of the room and down the dark hallways to two big doors. He pushes one open and light floods the hallways where she was standing. He pulls her in before her eyes could adjust. “Now join the others.” He says as he handcuffs her, then pushes her toward the group of other blue shirted girls. She peers around curiously. What is this place? Why are these girls here in blue as well while those others are in white? Thoughts and questions fill her mind. She approaches the silent girls also wearing blue shirts. For the other side of the big gym area was girls with white shirts on.

A loud noise as her caretaker walks to the middle of the gym area. He raises his voice so everyone can hear, “We have gathered in the gym for the meeting of the sick. Each and every one of you females is very sick. But my brother and I and are now going to fix you girls.” Another boy walks up, shorter than her caretaker but with looks being much the same. It was a bit creepy, yet oddly comforting in a way.

“Yes, me and my brother here will take care of all of you.” The same deep voice as the man who undid her restraints. “Anyone to resist will meet a horrible fate.” Says the look alike of Autumn’s caretaker.

Her caretaker opens his mouth to speak, but his brother speaks instead; but the motion out of the corner of her eye catches her attention completely. Focused now on the commotion of the blue shirted girls talking amongst themselves, she felt left out and inched her way over closer to them as the two boys in the center spoke.

As she nears the center of the group, one girl leans to her ear as another thick, mean looking blue shirted girl walks towards the girls in white shirts. The brothers look over at the scene that was forming as the girl at her ear whispers just loud enough for her to hear, “Get ready. We fight together.” And the thick, muscular blue shirted girl punches a white shirted girl in the face.

Notes

wow ive been busy o.o even might get to be a manager at hot topic this summer so thats fricking amazing o.o i think imma just lik post this somewhere else and just post it all... get enough people to tell me its amazing and not give a frick xD

yepp thats my feels on writing atm...

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