It's not long before I decide to meet someone. I look around to see if I can find someone who doesn't look as if they were angry, creepy, convicted of a crime, or about to commit a crime. I see someone that looks nice enough to talk to. He also seems less confused then everybody else. "Hello my name is Martin", I shout out to him. I then start having huge headache and start to rapidly blink. How do I even know my name? As soon as I get to him I start to see flashing white and my head begins to pulse. The white begins to form into two blurry silhouettes. Two people flashing at every blink. They somehow seem familiar. I put my hand on my head and grunt. "Are you okay ?", the guy asks. "Yeah.", I reply, "My head just hurts a little." He Chimes in, "Are you Okay...I'm Stevie, by the way, sixteen years old." He had light brown hair and greenish-grey eyes he was slim and muscular. "Yes I'm fine. Thanks Stevie" I reply. "Great!" He yelps happily. "Hey, what's with everyone here and how did I get here?", I asked, "I mean...all I remember is the start of today. And I also remember falling through the door of my room over there". I turn back to signal back through the hallway to imply to him that, that was where my room was. When I back turned around Stevie was gone. Vanished. Great. Left as fast as he came.
I walk past all the commotion and stop at the front door of my room. Remembering what happened before, I put my right hand through to see if it works. It does. I then put my leg in and sway it. I can't see the other side. It just looks like a white door with a leg stuck in it. After playing a little with my new found abilities, I finally step in.
Simple. Not much of a room. Small desk, lamp, bed, and a fan. No Drawer. Okay? I thought. Then how am I supposed to get myself damn dressed. I then noticed what I've been wearing. A grey tight jumpsuit line with black and blue stripes and curves. Wow! I guess I could sort of call this a prison. I then have another migraine as I call them. Again I see the same two people. They seem so familiar. I fall in my knees and grunt in pain. That picture is stuck in my head. Those two people. Who could they be? A lady with brown hair and a guy with dark blond. They're smiling. Then that smile begins to burn into a look of fear. Into a look of anguish. Pain. Intrusion. Sadness. Like something has been taking away from them. I black out.
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The Eyes of My Soul
Teen FictionMartin Lucrast a young teen finds himself in a giant facility all strange and gloomy. He has no recognition of anything in his past. As he goes on with a rebellion he is told to serve, he and his friends find themselves in a twisted world they neve...