Cherry || b.barnes

08 || Tales

It isn't that long that I'm in a place where there's no time or space. While everything flows in a bright white around me, the headaches start with a faint knock on my mind, before becoming louder and the beats with less pauses in between them. When I finally awake, my head filled to the rim with a throbbing pain and laying heavy on something cushioned, I wonder for a few brief seconds what exactly happened.

As soon as my mind picks up its work again, I sit up straight. Blinking several times, my eyes try hard to adjust to the bright light chiming in from the panorama window to my right, causing me to wince quietly from the piercing white. Just a second later, I realize it's the sky lacking of any color, mirroring the streets below. Pale flocks fall from above, thick flocks, swaying back and forth in the cold air outside. 

Murmuring a curse underneath my breath, I swing the blanket from me, recognizing I still wear the clothes I had gone out last night and a content relief swaps over me gently. Temporary, because in the next second, I wrap all my focus around the fact that bastard actually, and I mean he really did knock me out to drag me back here. Fuck you, Barnes. Where did he even know from the exact place of my room? Did the others see? Lord, this would be so embarrassing. Why can't I simply go for a walk?

In hope here somewhere could be found some aspirin, I solve the biggest of knots in my hair with my bare fingers, before getting out of the bedroom and heading towards the kitchen. My stomach growls in need of food, and I wonder how long I have slept, burying the thought a second later because it does no good to the pain roaming in every inch of my head. Each step only seems to slap the swollen, hurting lump up there, and for Barnes's safety, it is good he's not in here. I feel hungover somehow, but I certainly didn't drink. Well, at least I suspect this is what being hungover must be like. I can't really get drunk, and it makes me jealous of everyone else walking on this planet. They can simply escape reality when they want to, stumbling in a space drugged enough to forget their own names and they never even experienced real terror. While I, having lived through enough I could write a crime-thriller about my life, have no such privilege and have to live through each day, knowing the pain in my heart won't ease, and there's nothing in this world that will ever be able to ease it.

Opening each and every drawer to get a feeling for what's where, I lastly grab a bowl, cereals and milk from the refrigerator reaching above my head. And let's just say that means something with my five feet eight inches. I mean, I'm used to these things being smaller than me. Maybe it's just that I don't know luxury and this is common for the people living here. Whatever, I'm soon enough bending on the bar, shoveling the fruity breakfast into my mouth while trying to focus on anything but my head.

Which is easier than I thought, because after inspecting the kitchen slash dining room once more at daylight, I find a piece of paper hanging on a sideboard I didn't see before. Walking over, the standard-sized page is sticked onto the wooden-colored background with a pin. Appearing to be my training plan and since it is the last hanging there, guessing the other guys must've gotten theirs already, I get it down and allow myself a closer look while getting a corn stuck in between my teeth and my cheek away with my tongue. Mostly, there are training sessions, single and group ones, then apparently their try to teach us a language of our favor to see how fast we are learning, another session of hacking and surprisingly even yoga. The schedule covers the entire day from six in the morning to seven in the evening, meaning it is even harder than Coulson's. Therefore, at least the weekend seems to be free for us, with nothing there but blank space. 

Glancing at the time now, I seemingly only missed a tour through the tower, which isn't quite too interesting to me, anyways. Finishing my meal, I grab the piece of paper again and take it back to my room. A huge weight falls off my heart when I open the drawer and find a simple pencil.