A Whisper In The Wind

A Pinch of Pain

~~~Clay's POV~~~

"Hello. Im George."

First thing I noticed. He's British. His accent is undoubtedly a British accent. Second thing I noticed. His right arm is bleeding. "Are you okay? Your arm is bleeding." Out of impulse to help I grab his arm to examine the wound. It is just below his elbow. It doesn't look too deep, so no stitches are needed. 

"Oh. Yeah I'm fine. I fought back against one of the guards. He didn't like that too much and pulled a knife on me. Could have been worse." The guards here have been getting more and more violent by the day. I'm lucky that I still have Sam. Nick had told me before how his guard hates his guts. I'll have to remember to ask Sam if he can get George some bandages for his cut. 

"Sorry to hear that." I frown letting go of his arm. George leans back into the wall crossing his arms. "So. Why did you get thrown here?" The corners of his mouth twitch. For a minute I don't think he is going to tell me why he's here. Almost no one does. 

"I attacked a guard. They were taking away my mom. I guess it didn't help..." I immediately fill with guilt. Of course it isn't my fault that his mom was taken away, but that doesn't change the guilt I feel for him. "She didn't have the correct registration. She promised to get it filled out by tomorrow but of course no one listened." Oh. That means that she's probably in solitary until they can get her needed registration. And then she will be filtered into a compound. 

"I'm really sorry George." I lean against the wall right next to him. Running my hands through my hair I take a deep breath. Life sucks.

"How long have you been here for?" 

"Four years." He looks at me. A shocked look on his face. 

"Four years!" I nod my head lifting my hand up to point towards Nick. Karl and Nick are still talking but have moved to a table with no one else at it. 

"See the dude in an orange shirt and blue jeans? He's sitting at the table over on the other side of the wall with someone else." George answers with a nod of his head. "Thats Nick. Hes been here for four years too."

"Are you two friends?" I give a light chuckle. Friends would be an understatement. Best friends. Thats what he is to me.

"No. Nick is an ass."

"Oh. Well. Um." I start wheezing. George gives me a look of confusion which makes me wheeze even more. 

"I'm kidding George. Nick is a very good friend of mine. C'mon I'll introduce you." I quickly walk away from George leaving him to catch up. He's got shorter legs than me so he has to walk half as fast as I do. 

As soon as George and I approach the table that Karl and Nick are sitting at both their heads turn in our direction. Nick is the first to speak. "Hey loser. I see you found a friend." I take a seat next to Nick leaving George awkwardly standing up. Karl notices and immediately says something. 

"You can sit next to me. I don't bite." The sentence is followed by a small giggle. George nervously takes Karl up on the offer and sits next to him. "I'm Karl by the way. Guessing-" 

Nick cuts Karl off before he can finish. "Your new here." Its more of a statement rather than a question. "I'm Nick. I'm also so much cooler than Clay if you haven't already noticed." He runs his hands through his hair. I scoff.