The walls

Chapter 3: Bloody Boy

They threw me in a small, dark cell. This used to be a prison back when society actually had a meaning. The people who occupied the other cells stared in aw at me. I knew some of their faces, but I didn't recognize their bodies. They were bruised, starved, pale, and have brutality aged. I know I will look the same soon, very soon. We all had cell mates, mine refused to look at me. I still haven't seen his face. I try to talk to him, he just shrugs it off.
"Do you wanna know how I got here?"
No response.
"I'm the only chick here, and I wound up with you, isn't that strange? You seriously don't want to know why?"
No response.
"Ok..? Did you have a have a family before you came? I had a younger sister.what's your story?"
He curls up with his make-shift blanket against the grey, brick wall.
I try everything I can think of, the have to go to my last resort.
"You're kinda hot, you know?"
I hear him gag.
"HEY!"
The older guy in the next cell over snaps his fingers at me.
"Hey kid. I would just stop trying if I were you.he not much of a talker." He whispers to me
"Well if I were you, I would mind my own business!" I snapped at the man
"Just trying to help, been here a lot longer than you." I can hear him lay down.
I decided to do the same. There was only one bed, so, I had to take the floor. It was cold, and hard. I want my bed. I want  to feel my sister's back next to mine. I'm even starting to missour horrid straw sheet.
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I wake up to a alarm, I started to panic. The boy I shared this hell hole with, didn't even flinch, he was still asleep. Now that it was morning, I could see that the "man" in the cell next to me, was not a man. He looked only a few years older than me, he was seventeen at the most. I started breathing heavily once I realized that I could not get out of my cell. I was terrified. Was I going crazy? Was everyone here deaf?! The next door guy turned to me again.
"It's not for you" he said
"What's not for me?" I started sweating
"The alarm, idiot"
"Oh.."
"You can go back to bed."
"I'm not tired anymore"
"Ok,then lay on the floor and be quiet."he went back to playing with his fingers.
"Hey,"I said quietly,"sorry for snapping at you last night."
He grunted "It's fine, you're not the first person to yell at me, you didn't hurt my feelings"
"You're the only person that has talked to me..."
"You're welcome"
"What's your name by the way?"
"... Torn... My name is Torn."
I wanted to giggle, but I somehow managed to swallow it down. "You're name is Torn..?"
"Don't wear it out" he laughed, I liked his laugh, it was... Cheerful..
"I'll try not to" I said with a hint of a smile
"So I guess, I have to ask you your name then?"
"Well you don't HAVE to"
He looked at me, he had beautiful smoky, grey eyes, and light brown, spiky hair.
"What's your name?" He asked, chuckling.
"Elizabeth, but I'm called Liza,but you can call me Lizy."
"Cool, Liza" he joked at me. Was it real? Was this place not as bad as we thought it is?
The alarm went off again. Torn's cell mate looked at him and laughed "huh? Let's just hope it's not Charlie."
Torn smiled back,"Shut up, shitbag." He turned back to me. He was talking, but I couldn't focus. His eyes were hypnotic, they could take me away from the shitty truth to a beautiful fantasy, where my family was still intact. I just kept shaking my head yes, hoping I was not looking like absolute idiot. I started to hear shuffling. I turn around to see my fellow occupier standing with his face against the wall. He started banging his head against the stone.
"What a freak.." I whispered Torn
"He actually wasn't so bad before the buzzers came for him and his brother, he came back.. his brother did not. " he sighed "that's when we figured out what the buzzers meant." Torn just looked at the boy,who was  now bleeding from his forehead. I stayed silent. I mean, I'm I supposed to respond to that? The boy's head was still bleeding, furiously bleeding. He didn't seem to mind.bang.bang.bang. It may have not been bothersome to him, but it was getting on my last nerve. After about five minutes it stopped.. I turned around to see the boy had faded out of consciousness.  I walk up to him. I can't see anything but dried blood. There is a small bucket on water by the bedside. I rip a piece of my dress off, and dip it into the warm water. I start running it across the bloody boy's face.
"Hey torn? Do you know anything else about this guy?" I ask while squeezing the red water out of the ripped fabric.
"Actually yeah, his brother talked about their past a lot, their parents died in a car accident right before the training started. They lived with their older brother for awhile, but he got drafted during the fist trail. So They let them live by themselves for awhile, because no foster program would take them. They were also old enough for work,so you know that help. They had two sisters, the first one always had to care for the younger sister. She had to quit her education because of it, he was only eight when started to live alone. He was ten they got drafted." Torn finished
"Huh? That's really weird ca-" I wiped  enough blood off to make out his face... It can't be... "Oh my god... OH MY GOD!" Tears ran down my face faster then ever.
"what's wrong?" Torn asked
There were enough tears to wash off bloody boys face..."He's.... He's my brother.."

AUTHORS NOTE:
Surprised? No? Ok.