It's All Going to Be Okay

Im new Bitch

I was being escorted to my room, when I realized I wasn't the only one who was "in training".

This guy had a bunch of hybrids. And I was just an addition.

We stopped at a door that had high security.

"Soon you won't be able to be contained, so take care of the room while you have it." The guy said to me.

  I looked inside the room and walked right into what looked like a fancy jail cell. Instead of a cot there was a metal slate held by two chains bolted to the wall. On top of it was a thin mattress with a neatly placed blanket. Beside the bed there were two books, and a table. The opposite wall of everything was a tinted window.

'Well damn, fuck you dad! I don't get anymore privacy' I mumbled cursing my dad.

I sat on the bed staring at the tinted window. If someone was behind there,then they would be seeing my every move. If that is the case then I wouldn't be moving,just staring. It's the most entertaining thing right now I believe.

The door swung open and a guy with a fancy suit came in. He handed me a suit case of my clothing and left. I smiled knowing I had some part of myself in here now. As I looked through my clothes I slowly hummed  my favorite song. It calms me down and I sound good doing it.

I finally was able to find the photos I packed. The ones with the sunsets, moons, and wildlife. I placed them on the bed while mumbling the song instead of humming it. These photos mean a lot to me. It reminds me of what my future could be now that I'm not restricted as much anymore. I reached for one of the moon pictures when I was interrupted by an innercom saying we had ten minutes to get changed for training. I groaned at the thought of it, but neatly put my photos away. I then hid them back into the suitcase and picked up an oversized black t-shirt and basketball shorts.

I looked towards the tinted window, staring at it for a bit. I took my time getting changed .Looking down at my side, I noticing that I was healed from what my dad did to me. Tracing my fingers across my side I see the tatted marks on my skin and quickly put the shirt on, followed by the shorts. I folded my clothes and placed them on the table. I then headed straight for my suitcase and closed it, sliding it under my new bed. Now I feel perfectly organized.

Heading over to the door I wait only a second and then I hear a click. The door opens and I'm being handcuffed. I look the guy right in the eyes, seeing he was scared of me.

"Are you okay?" I asked concerned.

He looked surprised by my voice but shook it off and escorted me to what looked like a garage.

There were other hybrids there already. Most of them were huddled up or talking to whoever was next to them. I looked around seeing that there were only a few window views. I hurried over to one of them as the guy followed close behind me. I could feel eyes on me but I ignored them. All I wanted was to see  outside. Once my eyes met the view I couldn't look away. I was so in awe that I didn't realize the room went quiet. I calmed down a little and finally focused on my surroundings.

" new girls a freak"

" has she not seen the outside before"

" we gonna teach her who runs this garage"

' wow it's only been a minute and I already got enemies' I thought to myself.

I breathed in the fresh air and looked at the guy behind me.

" you would think I would be welcomed in, hey why are you still here any ways?" I questioned.

"Bosses orders" he stated.

I shrugged and looked out at the place and it seemed like they were waiting for someone. Noticing, I paid more attention to anyone who seemed to be out of the ordinary.

The door to the garage suddenly opened and a figure stepped through. The man who introduced me to my "boss" was training us. I walked over while a crowd was forming around him. I waited shifting from foot to foot, feeling anxious about all the people.

I was still handcuffed and guarded by a noodle who probably couldn't defend himself let alone me. I tried to loose him by moving deeper into the crowd but no luck. Then the big man started talking so I forgot about him.

"WE HAVE A NEW RECRUIT SO WELCOME HER, SHE WILL HELP WITH WHAT WE ARE DOING IN THIS EXPERIMENT. TRAINING HER WILL BE EASY, JUST DO WHAT YOU HAVE DONE WITH THE OTHER RECRUITS, that's it have fun" he shouted for everyone to hear.

My ears were ringing with how loud it was, so I tried covering them. Touching them made me flinch; my hands were cold.

I make my way to some workout equipment. I look at all of it confused at what some of them do. I touched a padded looking cot and a bar on top of it.

"Yo how would you use this?" I asked the gaurd.

He moved me aside and laid himself down, hand on the bar. He then picked it up lowering it down to his chest, then lifting it again.

"That is called a bench press" he said.

I got excited and quickly laid down.Realizing I broke my cuffs I looked at the guard and showed him my wrists.

"Sorry..." I said awkwardly. 

He chuckled and added black plates to the ends of the bar. I waited until he was done and then I picked it up. The bar was heavy, I didn't think that I would be able to do whatever he did, but once I started I was fine.

I didn't know how much I pressed, but it wasn't much. The bar got heavier the more I kept working. The guy helped me place it back up and I got up feeling like my arms were numb.

"You did good on your first try, let's go try some other areas." He patted my back.

I nodded and started for a rack full of black plates.

"Can you help by telling me what everything is?" I asked curiously.

He nodded and said " that's why I'm here, I was informed you weren't allowed outside since you were young so most stuff I'd guess is new to you". I smiled and thanked him.

Walking to the black plates I was turned around aggressively by a strong hand. By the time I looked at the person I was punched. I didn't fall but I did get thrown off by it.

"You think your gonna use the weights shrimp?" They spat.

I swallowed some of my blood and felt my temperature rise. Who the fuck does this dude think I am.

"I'm new bitch, of course I do!" I said as calm as I could.

This is going to be bad, I can feel it. My gut is telling me to calm down but they are pushing my buttons. I'm loosing control. My vision got blurry.

This isn't good.