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Chapt. III: Anime

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Chapter III: Anime
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You know that one kid who you just wish a train would run over him and just like, wish he never even existed? I had that same sour thought about Kane's little friend, Damien and his great idea to use the calculator as a cellphone contact with the outside. Firstly, don't ask me how he did it, I just know it's got something to do with the amazing Technological classes in this place. Now my Calculus homework is due in a few hours, and I can't do it with a calculator, because they were banned. Thank you Damien, and thank you God for providing humans with mortality, because I was sure to kill Damien today.

The bell rings right when I pack my homework into my bag, and I drink in more water. I'm still going through withdrawals but it's getting easier as I sweat off the toxins and drink lots of water. I take a bottle with me and turn the doorknob, hoping the door is actually open. If not, it means I'm locked inside, and can't get out.

But for my luck, the metal gate in the wooden door slides open, and I hear the click. I turn the doorknob and push out, walking out the room and slamming the door shut, breathing in air that isn't contaminated with my own exhale is a bliss.

"Irina."

I turn my head and find myself fancied Damien. I sigh, trying to collect myself. "What do you want?" I ask impatiently, keeping my shit together before I rip his jugular off.

"Calm down, love," he chuckles, putting an arm around my waist and walking towards class with me. "Don't be so feisty, and smile, I've heard you've got a beautiful smile." I cock an eyebrow, looking at him like are you serious? "Actually scratch that. It's been a while since I've seen such beauty be feisty. Feisty is always enticing."

"Are you going to shut up or would you like a bucket for all the shit coming out of your mouth?" I ask very politely, giving him a smile.

"No wonder," he murmurs under his breath, tightening his arm around me. This dude has never been brainwashed by American fuckboys; he's got some serious cheesy pick up lines in the UK apparently and funny thing? They work. Also, he's definitely got that accent.

"No wonder what?" I ask.

"No wonder Kane can't stand you."

"Well tell Kane I don't stand him either, and that I'm still waiting for an apology." We finally reach the end of the hall, making a left turn.

"Yes please tell, Damien." I turn my head and see Kane walking towards us with his book in hand. He's wearing jeans (one of the only fabrics allowed to wear) and a t-shirt that hugged the tight biceps and broad shoulders of his body. "Also tell Irisandra she bumped into me, not vice versa."

My jaw twitched. "Irina, it's Irina, and you bumped into me." I turn away, making a sharp left turn, then a right turn, walking down the spiral stairs and make another turn again. Don't ask me how I memorized this, I just had to learn how to before I got lost in this maze. Because this was a maze, where every corner looked exactly the same.

When I got to the end of the hallway, a man in an entirely white gear stood beside two double doors. He opened the doors for me, Kane and Damien, and Alice who was running our way to catch up, the only four residents in this side of this huge prison. Alice grabs my arm and we step outside, the sunlight blinding us completely. It was a beautiful never-ending green field, green vivid grass that keeps going further the horizon.

"How are you holding up?" Alice asks softly, as bubbly as ever.

"I'm better," I say giving her a nod. It's so weird to look at her now, knowing how wrong I was when we met. Detox for me was a living, burning/freezing hell, full of terror and torture and so much pain. She was right.