A silver promise

Chapter 1: Awoken

"Silver"

It is the first thing I think of when I finally wake up. My bones ache and my head pounds with the promise of a difficult day to come. 

The cage I am in bears down on me as I try to remember what importance the term "silver" has.

I blink to try and clear my eyes to take in the dark surroundings I am trapped in, I make out the shapes of bars above and all around me, it makes me feel sick. 

Why am I here? I don't remember exactly, I push my brain to give me the answers I'm looking for but am left with only the infuriating word.

"silver"

I groan in frustration and try to move my hands to clear my stupid overgrown hair out of my face.

"silver"

The words meaning hits me then as the silver of the handcuffs bites in to the soft skin of my wrist, I scream out in agony, I don't know why I'm here or what I've done to deserve this cruel imprisonment. 

I don't remember yesterday and yet my brain tried to warn me, "silver" it said, as if to let me know before its too late, before I hurt myself.

 I huddle on the floor, my bound wrists sagging awkwardly behind my as I lean on the one wall that isn't bars but solid concrete. 

Something wasn't right, that much I know, how do I not remember the day before today, or any of the days before then? I don't understand.

"silver"

There it is again, in the back of my mind, the word that makes my head spin and leaves me confused. There is something more about this word, not the colour, not the metal, something personal. 

I can feel it, I can feel it in the way it makes my heart ache and my head hurt. I'm attached to this word, although I do not understand its meaning.

 I sit and ponder the possibilities of this word before I begin to doze off, only once I hear "Silver, Silver" in the distance as I start to drift off, does it begin to make sense. 

Silver is me, I am silver.

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After being woken by my cuffs being unlocked, I jump and land on my feet with surprising agility, my breathing does not come rapidly and I feel calm and collected. 

I do not know this side of me. With the cuffs off I can finally concentrate and I eventually take in the words coming from the slightly built girl cowering in front of me.

"Silver, he is ready to see you now" she states, whispering and cringing as though she is afraid of me.

I nod my head and walk towards her, apparently too fast as she jumps back in obvious panic. Why is she afraid of me?

"Why are you afraid?" I ask quietly

"You always act unpredictably when you don't remember, Silver".

I gesture forward to her, insinuating that I am ready to go to "him", whoever that is. Behind my unfazed appearance is a shit ton of confusion and an uneasy feeling that has settled in the pit of my stomach.

 As we walk up the many flights of stares I notice two things, one being the itchy collar wrapped around my throat and the other being the scars littering my hands and arms. I watch them as I move my hands in front of my face, did all of me look like this?

I am starting to get irritated by this stupid collar so I reach up to yank at it, the girl notices and immediately reaches up to stop me. I slap her hand away quickly and roughly, she does not touch my other hand.

"Silver um.. ma'am" she stutters nervously "it's in your best interest to not touch that ma'am"

I roll my eyes at her but heed her warning, slowly lowering my hand, she mutters something under hear breath while her eyes glaze over, she eventually points at a door to the left of me.

"He's ready now, you may enter".