Her name was unspoken of, her, incripting skill of poetry, she was walking, she didn't know where,or what she was walking for or to,but she was making up poems as she went.
"Missing someone is the worst grief you can feel. Especially when you're not missed,by anyone but your self".
Her breathe was cold, and grieved, as she pushed on her deep feet, as she walked up the hill,she was looking for somewhere to go,someone to see,her parents had been killed before she left home,she missed her mom, the way the sun missed the moon.
She'd walked far and long, only to make to what looked like a prison scape she went in,just to see if there was anyone who could take care of her, the door was heavy she struggled lightly as she forced it open, her long dark curls flew behind her as she ran to the end of the hall.
She banged on the loud metal door, " Help! Is there anyone here?!," she hollered as the door opened, a man with a small grey beard emerged in the door way, he was well dressed in a black suit, he let her in his office and told her to sit down at the chair in front of his desk, he sat at his desk and intertwined his hands.
"I'm Arkens, but you can call me Ark, may I ask, why you are here?", he said confused, "I-I need help, my....mom she's dead", he sighed and looked at me completely serious, "to live here you have to allow us to test you, as you seem to be witch offspring", he said completely serious, I gasp but realize this was my only chance to live, a tear runs down my eye.
"Let's get your papers signed then", he sighed,
"I—-I don't have a name....". Ark sighed with annoyance, "well make up one your not useless" he says almost annoyed, her mom always called her Rolly, that name satisfied her.
"My names Rolly", she said, signing it apon many areas of the page,there was no need for a last name as a test subject, Rolly knew this, she sighed as she finished the last signature, "you'll be staying in room thirteen, that'll be your number now, you can go find your room, just don't try to leave the doors lock on the inside",
He said sincerely.
She stood up and pushed the door back open, and went down the hall, looking for number thirteen on the doors, when she finally made it to her room, she opened the metal door, and slipped in, a jumpsuit perfectly her size covered in a white and black lined pattern lay on a very hard looking bed, "they somehow knew I was coming here?" She thought completely puzzled,she slipped the jumper over her clothes, the font number thirteen printed on the chest of the jumper.
The jumper looked dirty, the white was faded into a tan,and the black was a worn grey, when she finally buttoned each button, the jumper fit like a glove, the sleeves were long but airy enough to where her arms had some room to grow, she sighed as she slipped it over herself, she knew something was wrong here.
She made her way to the bathroom of the room, it wasn't the cleanest but it was the best she had, it was better than living on the streets, she rinsed her face, with water from the sink, also not the cleanest water, and as she dazed at herself in the broken mirror, her hair fell on her shoulders, what was she going to do.
She ran her hands through her long glowing brown hair, she knew she couldn't keep it, a tear ran down her face,why did her parents have to die she thought to herself,why was her life now ruined, why was she alone now.
Her grief ran through her veins, she knew that there was nothing more to keep her alive, this was most likely her last few weeks to live, especially under "Arkens" tests, she'd have no choice but to survive the best she could. She was sorry she had to do it, she knew her mother wouldn't approve. She sat upright lifting her hands off the sink and running her hand through her hair, that would soon be gone.
She winded her curls in her fingers, as a tear drifted down her face, "why did it have to be me", "h—-hello?! Is there anyone there?!" An unfamiliar voice hollers from the vent nearby.
Rolly crouched down to the vent, "y—-yes?"
She whispered.
"I need help! How do I get out of here!!" The voice sounded dull and scared, Rolly knew this wasn't a good sign, the voice sound younger and light, "my....if you help I can get you out!!!"
The small boyish voice yelled from the vent, "who are you?" Rolly whisper under her breath into the vent, "my names Mika...I'm a warlock, I'm seven years old" Rolly gasped at his age "poor boy,I'm sorry...".
"Don't worry miss I'll get us out of here...my father...he owns this place..he's quite evil,
But he always listens to mother."his voice was assuring, although he was younger, Rollys lungs tightened up, wondering what this boy has been through, what Arkens has put him through, she knew this wasn't good, "Mika, what does your father want with us?" She ask, sitting up near the vents curling my hair in my hand.
"He wants...to...test us, our blood, he wants to kill off the witch children, that come after us, he wants to...make the world "clean" as he calls it" Rolly sighed" wa...what did he do to you", she could hear the boy lean his crony body against the wall, "he..he injected me with...what I don't know, but, it changed my eye...my hair, it made my eye and my hair red...now I can only see out of one eye, and my...my hand has a number 1 planted on it with...ink like...like..." she interrupted him "like a tattoo?".
He didn't answer but she could pictured what it would look like, she could understand what he has been through, "it's all going to be ok miss..can I ask...what do I call u?" The poor boy asked, "I'm...Rolly", I didn't know what was going to happen to me and the boy..But whatever it is, it's not good.
