the red bunker. [h.s]

1.

It all started when my parents died in a car crash which was self-inflicted, when I was 4 years old. And I was sent to an orphanage, which I thought was a safe place considering they treated me with kindness.

It wasn't until 4 years later that I was sent away for an unknown reason, and next thing I knew I found myself in a literal red room...

Perhaps I had to have been drugged but I didn't remember anything within the time frame of me leaving and me getting here.

Over the years that i've been here, safe to say it has been the most 9 agonizing years of my life ever.

In the beginning they had us lined up with all the girls cuffed together and all the boys cuffed together when we first got there. There were over 200 girls and 200 boys. They all looked so confused which so was I. It wasn't until everyone heard the most gruesome scream imaginably. Which made everyone in the room visibly flinch, and that's when men started pouring out of this long black hallway, it was something out of a movie.

They were all in red masks and black suits so their faces weren't visible at all. They started to separate the girls from the boys, took us down separate hallways, until we reached a big black door and the men just pushed all the girls in, and I was last in line so I was the last to go in, and when the door shut we all flinched.

I couldn't help but just stare at the door because it had red seeping through, like someone has been clawing at it for years. Which made goosebumps arise all over my body.

I remember hearing faint crying from the other side of the room. But me being 8 I couldn't really do much... because we were all still cuffed to each.

I remember one of the girls saying "do you guys know why we're here?" Another girl said "I have no idea, I think I was drugged because all I remember is them saying that I was leaving and that I was clean from their hands" some of them looked older than me, others younger. I didn't recognize any of them, which threw me off because I was told that multiple of us were leaving, but that's all I remember.

One of the girls started asking everyone their ages, and it ranged from 4-16. Which was supremely surprising to me because there were about ten 4 year olds. And the entire time we were talking the lights were dimmed, but they finally turned on and made the girl who was talking everyone's ear off silent , and at first we couldn't see what was in the room we could only see the door. But now that the lights were on there were bunk beds lined up against each other.

THE NEXT MORNING

All of us were awoken by the sound of the door slamming mixed with the sounds of a girl crying. we all got up to see what it was, and we were all still cuffed so we had to sleep on the floor in a line. When we saw what woke us out of our sleep, some of the girls screamed. Because there was a girl laying on the floor with burn marks on her cheeks and arms.

And that's when we all feared for our lives. Some girls went to help her, and others were crying.

But me? I was just staring because at that moment, I knew I wouldn't make it out of here.

The door suddenly opened, and it startled all of us. About 15 men start emerging into the room all at once. Me and all of the girls started to back up all collectively, and in the corner of my eye I see one of the girls dragging the girl who was laying on the floor while we're all stepping back. And all of the men are standing in a triangle like form type of line, all still wearing red masks.

The man in the front speaks up and says "get ember" and the guys start striding towards me and I remember feeling my heart literally trying to break out of my chest, he goes to the girl next to me and un cuffs her and she's just shrieking. And the man taking her shows no ounce of remorse, and just starts dragging her out by her hair. And one of the girls tries to run after her which ends up dragging about half the girls on the side of her.

That isn't until shes shot straight in the forehead. And the whole room started to feel with cries and screams. I could feel myself crying, and me and all of the girls are on our knees just sobbing uncontrollably, especially the girl who was standing next to the girl who was shot.

The room suddenly goes dark and the men in mask start to walk out of the room. Leaving us there to soak up in our own tears.

Time passes by and all of us are just laying on the floor, and I can still hear faint crying from the front of the line where the girl is still lying dead on the floor. The door opens and this time it's only 2 men who come in and they drag the girl out by both her arms. I have to look away because I just couldn't bare looking at her dead body, very scary looking.

The girl who was next to her in line, who's name was Emily, started crying even harder. Before the men came in one of the girls asked everyone their names.

The door shuts which means the men are gone now... one of the girls speaks up and says "we're going to die here aren't we?"

"i miss my mommy" one of the four year olds says, the girls next to her starts to hug her and telling her comforting things...which seem to be of no help, because their words are getting drawn out by the little girls cries.

THE NEXT DAY

we all are once again awoken by the sound... This time it's from a voice I know I've heard before, I just can't place it. And I can't see because they have yet to turn the lights on, and where the voice was coming from was from where there isn't any light. His voice echoes the room "Get Saifya" my heart dropped like no other, for 2 reasons: 1 the man calling my name. And 2 the man's voice that paralyzed me with fear was the voice of a man i knew all to well...it was my dad...