Welcome To The: BUNK

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        "N-nickles...Nickles come on you'll be late for the first meal" a voice cooed then shook my shoulder repeatedly. The shaking repeated and repeated, every shake stripped away a slim layor of sleep, a slim layor of calm drowsy peace.

". . .Nickles!" The voice hissed. I felt my self roll over, the darkness fadded away from my vision, a dark cracked flickering cieling. The cieling. Bunk.

"Nickles!" Guards! Guards! The muscles  in my arms burned, as a blur past over my vision. A whinned shout sounded, echoing into my ears, pulling me out of a surreal, foggy place.

"Mmm- ouch Nickles that hurt!" A blond head sat before me, Mast sat before me. Her tan uniform hung off of her, the clouthes to big for her fragile, boney frame. A hand was raised to cover her nose, tears glossened her eyes. A cold draft fell over over every cover and uncovered inch of my skin as tearful eyes locked with mine.

". . .M-mast?" She moaned a replie of pain. I blinked the last feeling of the sleepy mirage fadded away.

"Oh no, Mast!"I gasped. She waved her other hand at me as I moved towards her, throwing off the thin blanket rapped around myself with a glue of sweat. I reached towards her to stop myself, as she stumbled up, bracing her self agaisnt the oppsite wall.

". . .no, no. I'm fine" words floated form around here hand.

"Mast" i echoed her name once again. she removed her hand to show a black trickle of dark crimson trickle down from a single nostril. the frighting liquid gathers to pool slightly on her upper lip. she moved her mouth, and ran a pink tong over her lips, the blood smearing to color her cracked lips.

"im fine. im fine, i shouldn't of woken you up like that.  i know how you like to punch first then think " she muddered. Mast's left arm went forward to pull the blanket draped around my legs, to use as she  wipped the collect fuiled, to leave behind a dark pink rusty colored smear. she then handed the stained blanlket back towards me. i took the ruined fabric from her grasp, to drop it back onto the bunk bed under me. 

"sorry"

"its alright, you'll just own me your breakfeast meal or. . .you know, some of Drakes sedative. . ." she replied tipping her head back to look at the ceiling. i took the chance to glance around the small locked bunk cell, no black suited guards stood in the small space, no white coated aduklt doctors glaring down with a wicked gleam in there eyes. there was no one else in the locked room besides me and Mast. the heavy feeling was lifted form my back, as i comfired with my brain that in fact thier was no guards, and i was still alive. i dont think i could ever be so happy to sniff in the scent of dirty and nose turning chemicals.

"What time is it Mast?" i reliped. Looking to the bared bunk door connected to the same bared wall. The door was on a automatic router,  when it turned six am the doors buzz loudly and slide to the left open. just like the same motion they have done for years on the same time, every time.

"Your blanket smell clean" she whsipered, turning her head back towards me. One nostriel flared a bright shade of red. I scratched a ichy on my leg from the thin ichy blanket over me.

"thanks"

"The monitor says 4:23" she said softly, anger riled in my chest as i snapped my head to the side to see the small white square monitor inbeded into the concrete wall.

"Drag.... Mast its four in the morning its not even anywhere close to meal time" i hissed pulling my hand down over my face, hoping i could pull the last tug of sleep away with my hands.

"I know im sorry but you wouldn't of got up if i hadn't of said it" she cooed back. I leaned my head back against the concrete wall, the cold radiated off of the wall and seemed thru the thin shirt on my back. no matter the small feeling of announce towards my bunkmate, or cold form the wall, even the scent of burning chemicals, i could not shake the happniess blooming in my center form not seeing any guards.