The Cage Breaker

1- Welcome to my world.

I grunt as the final piece of glass leaves my foot. Why Nick felt the need to hurl a glass bottle at Skylar again, I have no idea. But Skye broke down in a it of tears the second it hit her shoulder and shattered. I then had to clean all the glass up and wrap up Skye's shoulder. But I stepped on so much glass in the process, I could probably remake the whole bottle with it all. I sight and wrap the bandage around my left foot. I then limp over to the grubby sink in the corner of my room and scrub the blood of my fingers. Once I'm done, I scrape my dark hair out of my stormy eyes and check myself in the cracked, dirty mirror. My long, deep brown hair falls in limp curls all the way down to my waist, and my grey, stormy eyes are bloodshot. My thin face is very pale, and my small lips have nearly no colour. I turn away and wipe my wet hands on the grimey White lace of my dress.
My dress is made up of scraps of material I managed to steal from the dress makers upstairs in the palace. It is all crudely sewn together by yours truly, and has one ribbon strap around the waist and one leather strap over my left shoulder. It ends in lacey strips at just above my knees.
Outside my room, I hear calls and hours coming from the prisoners, demanding food. Marla is late, and so I shall have to summon her. I limp over to the rope hanging from the ceiling and pull on it to call the maid. A bell sounds upstairs in the kitchen, and I hear Cook curse in the distance.
"MARLA!" she shouts,"FEED THE SCOUNDRELS DOWNSTAIRS, YOU USELESS GIRL!" I cringe at her rudeness towards the poor Marla. She is only 14. I limb out of my room and turn towards the stairs.
The Kings prisons are not like most other prisons. No, because they are all just cages that are 3m square, an they are all hanging from the high ceilings. It is musty and dark and mouldy and a horrible, unhealthy place to be, but if it's only criminals living here, why should anyone care? Because I must've been a criminal too, otherwise why would I be here, stuck in the dungeons with no memory of my past??
As I walk, I pass many people in their cages. Old Tom te thief, Francesca the hacker, Cole the child murder and Indi the paid assassin. However, when I reach the door, I find myself next to my personal favourite prisoner; Gray. Gray is probably the most mysterious of all prisoners in the Kings dungeon. He is about my age-16- and has white blonde hair and crystal clear blue eyes. He is quite quiet, and only speaks to either me or Skye, his cousin. Gray won't even tell me why he is in the cages, and neither would the guard who bought him down here. All I know is that ,for some reason, I really like him. I'm not sure if it's just a really strong friendly bond, or something else. I only know that, without him, my life would be so much worse.
"Is it time for food yet, Cage?" he asks me now, his voice sweet and soft. His cheek bones look a lot more protrude by than usual.
"Yep. You look like you haven't eaten for years, Gray. Have you been giving all of your food to Skye again?" I reply. In the cage next to his, Skye blushes slightly.
Skylar Hides is a sweet girl of 17 with middle length, caramel blonde hair. She has blue eyes like Gray and full, round lips. She is always so nice, and insists that she is innocent, that she isn't a thief, that she was wrongly accused. And I believe her. Skye is such a nice girl, why would she steal any way??
The door creaks open Behind me, and I whirl around in my heal, instantly regretting it as the cuts begin to bleed freely again. Marla enters with a huge box full of stale cheese sandwiches. I take the box from the girl and smile at her. She tentatively smiles back. I turn around -more careful this time- and begin to hand around sandwiches. I give Gray, Skye, Indi and Chi-Chi two though. My four favourite prisoners. At the bottom of the box is a bag of lunch for me. One apple, a not stale gammon sandwiches a slice of coffee cake and a flask of soup. I sit down next to Grays cage and we eat in silence. I smile as I see some colour come back into his face. That's good. Now he doesn't look like a dead corpse. At Least, not as much as before.