Random Crap that isn't art

Annihilatium 2 Excerpt

Sooo I wrote this last year for English, and I forgot to post it XD!! (It needed to be cut short I apologize :'v) Enjoy :)
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I opened my eyes. Writhing, struggling, and screaming is all I did. Reptilian-esk hands grabbed my shoulders roughly, clearly not willing to let me go so easily. Four to six eyes per head bore holes through my brain. Each set of eyes was a different color, and neither actually had pupils. Blank red, purple, and blue eyes.

I continued to beg for mercy, praying to God for a miracle. Who'd ever think that I, Haylie Beuregaurde, would be abducted by aliens? No one. Exactly.

"Make it stop!" the taller humanoid yelped. Its teal scales shimmered in the lighting, which was a blue-ish tint itself. "It's trying to break free!"

The other one, who was taller and had more of an indigo hue to its scales, reminded, "Humans only possess a fraction of our strength. There is nothing to worry about, youngling."

With a sharp inhale, I ripped my shoulders out of their claws. I hissed as I felt their tiny daggers shred my skin. I turned around, anxious, with nowhere to go. I had just been thrown into this enormous spacecraft— there were probably lefts and rights and straights and curves that I didn't even know were there. The room me and these two glowing lizards stood in was a large dark purple room, shaped like a cylinder. In the center of the floor was a giant disk shape, which I had watched as it closed. Above the disk, there was a giant metal sphere, from what I could understand. There was a single hole poked through the bottom of it, which from the inside glowed a bright neon blue.

The extraterrestrial freaks grabbed my wrists, dragging me away from the only room I felt some comfort in. My shredded once-white Converse simply slid off my feet. I watched as they slowly faded away from me, sitting on the floor patiently waiting for my return. They were the shoes Mom had gifted to me for my eleventh birthday, just a few days before the initial invasion of Manhattan, New York. I had lost her in the chaos, but I had my dad. We survived a few days together, breaking into restaurants and apartment buildings for supplies. We laughed together, ate together, and cried together. The last night I saw him was before he went out for food and never came back. I'd promised I was going to protect our hideout, wherever we were. After a few days though, I had to leave it and become nomadic, essentially. I'm nineteen now, and I've developed some decent survival skills over the last eight years— at least decent enough to survive this.

I spread my arms out and flailed my legs as I was carelessly thrown into a cell. A jail cell. I'm definitely doomed now. The indigo alien flicked a switch on the wall outside of the archway, which beamed lasers into lattice formation. It was followed by two heavy metal doors crashing together outside of it. If anyone were to put anything between those two metal sheets, I'm sure it would be cut straight in half.

I looked around my cell. If I was going to be staying in it for so long, I might as well get to know what I'm dealing with. The floor was dark gray— nearly black— and beneath my socks it felt as cold as ice. The air itself was frigid, as if I had just walked into a refrigerator. The quiet hum of what had to be ventilation behind the dark purple walls was oddly calming. It felt like I was sitting in school all of those years ago, waiting for the bell to ring so I could skip along to my next class. I miss the childly innocence I once had. I glanced at the right corner in front of me, where there was a bunk bed with mattresses that looked like they were made of bricks. They looked like something you'd see in a normal prison but worse. Maybe that's where they got them from. The covers were a sickly dull yellow, once creamy white. I looked away at the walls for a second, and immediately looked back.

"Did something just move?" I thought to myself.

I stared at the blankets. Nothing moved anymore. I could've sworn I had seen movement in my peripheral vision, but I guess no-