As I got pulled from my unconscious and dragged out of the room, by two Guards holding me under my shoulders, I picked my feet from dragging and started to walk. Noticing the Guard grip only tightening around as if they expected me to run. When I had been here for 16 years.
There was no way out of this place, there was no hope. As I glanced at the security cameras placed meters apart from each other on the ceiling.
I got shifted to the left side of the path we were on, and I watched the male prisoners walk on the right side of the path passing as, Guards on either side of them as well.
I glanced behind me at the female prisoners, both being walked to the tests by guards, some still unconscious in their Guard's arms, some wide awake eyeing the male prisoners.
As I turned my few back to the Prisoner in front of my eyes, all I could see was a line of Guards in front of my view, as we stopped. The walking lines were disrupted.
The Guards that held my arms, removed their grip and walked towards the commotion, of screaming and grunting. I moved my head, to see what was going on.
There was a boy, on the floor being beaten, the blood seeping through the white clothes they made us wear. The boy screamed, banging his hands against the ground, as the Guard grabbed him by the ankles turning him over. The boy's nose was broken, he was young. Younger than most of us.
"Stop!" the boy only screamed, panting. But his words didn't stop the Guard, It didn't stop the baton from being beaten across his face over and over again. Until the boy's head dropped to the ground. A pool of blood is created.
The Guard that was covered in the boy's blood, only picked the child up, pulling him in his arms, walking down the hall, as the other Guards that had formed the line, walked to their prisoners.
"You killed him you fools." As the view cleared, I watched the Guards walk up to the short dark brown hair, tall male his shoulders broad, and the white tee splattered with light specks of blood, as his eyes a bright blue only looked glossy as if he were about to cry.
"Move along Maxwell, you are holding up the line." The Guard only said, pulling Maxwell.
"You killed a child!" he yelled,
As Maxwell only looked at me, as our eyes locked and the Guards started pulling him and pushing me past each other.
I could only swear he mouthed to me "Don't take the pills, Maddy."
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The Glass Room
General FictionAs long as Maddy can remember, she has spent the last 13 years of her life in the Glass Rooms. She can still remember the day that the Soldiers took her from her parents. But she can barely remember how the air feels against skin, what the sun looks...
