Abandoned

3

Walking caused immense impact to my physique, every step I took enforced more shivering, pressuring my senses into a freezing point. I could obviously no longer feel.

As I selflessly retrieved clothing for the remainder of people that were here, I continuously focused my attention on the recount of my 'PUNISHEMENT' session and sustained my mind on wondering how I had not got hypothermia. It was still there. It was all I could think about. Hypothermia. The word was simply etched into a part of my brain where I would remember it.

I attempted to refocus, to put my mind to finding clothes for my fellow humans. I attended each of the cells, searching for any clothing that could be found. I did find some, enough at least keep someone warm. I assembled the five jackets and four pants that were left and began staggering back to the cage that the others were in. I instantly fell into their group and shivered with them for another fifteen minutes. I then handed out the clothes to them, all but the guard since he was already placed inside orange gear that would probably protect him from anything. There seemed to be an uneven amount of clothes for each person so they left one coat as a spare.

Once warmth had come to us we decided to undertake talking. It was hard since every breath we took came out as a desperate chatter. I began the group, being the one that seemed the most heated.

"H-hello." It took me thirty seconds to get that word to escape my mouth. The rest of them attempted a wave with all of their might.

"I fink w-w-we should introdu-." That was a struggle. My lips didn't move the way my voice wanted them to so my words did not form right. They were all attempting to move their lips as well but it was obviously not working out as well for them as it was for me. The guard was the next to speak.

"I... am......... Que-tin." Quentin. He must have been around 23 years of age; he had hair that was a color crossed between blonde and brunette, he was quite handsome to say the least. His lips were the same deep blue that mine most likely were.

I studied my other companions. There was a girl with light blonde hair and pale skin with light blue eyes; she looked delicate and a boy with brown hair and brown eyes with bronzed skin, although it had been whitened by the cold. We eventually gave up after a small amount of effort and all began to huddle once again, shivering with each other.

I had once again fell asleep as if it came naturally; I would just black out throughout that day and awake screaming for Patrick, for my mother for home. I would always be comforted b the group around me by a reassuring squeeze and a closer embrace. Eventually we were all able to force some feeling into our lips, enough to form several words at least; their names.

"Lukas." the boy shivered.

"Emory." the girl spoke

"Dana" I gave.

We all slowly nodded, small icicles seeming to fall off each of our necks. It was the best start we could have at this moment.

We were warmer when we had each other to hold; colder when we did not. Staying, as a group, was likely the best decision each of us had made.

It took one more freezing day, well, what was portrayed as a day, for us all to speak again. Talking in sentences was easier each hour that passed by. We would firstly have to keep as much heat in our lips as possibly, obliging our lips to fade slightly from their deep blue shade. I swam deep for words and came across a subject that may be sensitive to the two prisoners.

"H-o-w did ... you g-e-t here?" I was putting more effort in than the others were. The question obviously was a touchy subject since both of their faces fell deep into an unhappy emotion; they seemed to be swimming in thoughts. They may have had the same fate as I.

"At-t-t-temp-t-ted murd-er." The tone in his voice told me that his 'crime' was set up. Emory nodded. I did not think about it at that time; I was too tired and my thoughts did not form, but I did know that something was off with us all being put in for fake attempted murder. I decided to once again benefit for my energy by exploring a little more into the depths of our circumstances. I rose and somehow said that I would be exploring without saying anything. I stomped slowly, one numb foot after the other, when I heard someone behind me. It was Lukas; he did his best to smile and tried to follow me. I let him. We slowly paced up the musty, grey, bitterly cold room to find an unsuspicious wall we walked back, passing each cell once again, to the next wall that was also utterly unsuspicious. We returned being unsuccessful in finding anything fortunate. We slept.