Welcome To The: BUNK

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             Waking up, my head arched, carved, and throbbed, as little men ran around in my head smashing my frontal lobe, parietal lobe, occipotal, and temporal lobe all to squishy brain matter pieces. I dared open my eyes only to snap them shut blinking warm tears out rapidly. Black dots and flashing multiple colored clouds swarmed at the edge my vision as my eyes tried to adjusts to the bright lighting. God, what was i staring at that was so bright the sun? No no it couldn't be the sun...could it? Once again i tried to open my eyes to be ambushed by the flashing clouds of blurry images. I gritted my weak teeth and blinked tears away as i opened my eyes fully, finally adjusting to the lighting. I tried to move my hand to wipe the tears away only to gasp in fear to realize my limbs were restrained and had barley any limited movement. I lifted up my head and dropped it down in frustration to feel a sink of a pillow under me. I lifted up my head once more to see a white thin sheet pulled up to my waist, and my clothes were changed.

       I was no longer in my usually over-sized tan bunker uniform, no i was dressed in what felt like a very, very large over sized white shirt, that felt it was almost to my knees. I rested my head back down as the pounding increased. I held in a breath then raised my head again to check out the rest of this nightmare. I raised my head and glanced around, i saw i was on some kind of bunk bed, but it wasn't attached to the wall. No the bed was located in the middle of a white reflectant room. I tilted my head back on the thin pillow to see past the gleam, and glare of the false sun was a large black orb, simaliar to the once hidden in the dusty corners of the bunk hallways. As the little men were kicked out of my head and cleared out, memories of before came rolling back in. I remembered that morning with Mast, and the discussion about leadership with Jen. I remembered the "interesting" object he slipped me. I again tried to raise my arm or move slightly to try to feel any presure on my left side for my hidden object. With no luck, i cursed under my breath and placed my head back down on the pillow, blowing out a frustrated breath thru my teeth.

The rest of that mornings events trickled back, like drops of rain slip thru the leaks in the bunks clouded, dull windows. I reviewed the memory of Dr. Greens announcement and Drake throwing his pot cup screaming. I mentally cringed hearing the memory sound of Drake's head flinching then dropping to the side with the affect of the weapon to his face. I then felt a shiver rack my spine, as the memories, and distance sounds of kids screaming, guards shouting. I blinked tears from my eyes as they started to blur,  from the memory of the young boy being thrown to the ground percied my brain. What could they have done to Drake, what would they do to the rebelling hundred of kids that chanted my name like a pledge. Would they questain all my group for the where abouts on the missing club?  Would Dr. Green throw everyone into the shoe? Would they die? I wonder if  Lopez would spill out everything and because a snitch?  Would the kids be punished even more? Would they kill me once they found it? With the head throbbing finally gone, and now filled with unanswered questions. i decided to see if i could get some answers, around here. I musy be in the upper levels of the compound.

    "Hello...? I whispered. My teeth clenched together in friction as i tried to take a deep shaky breath. Could someone hear me? Was there a sound mike in the orb? Could there be someone in the room!? My body started to act with out thinking, in seconds the fear sky rocketed to anger and pain. I pulled and shifted against the black bands around my ankles and wrists. I thrashed, kicked, pulled, trying to throw my self forward, and screamed in frustration. Clinging onto my anger as support. It was no use, as my chest arched with the negative of air, my fueling anger floated away to leave me blunt and bare.  I dropped my head back down and wiped my damp cheek on my shoulder.

   "Come on you drag, shank! What, to scared to show your face know!?" Silence answered my cries.

"Shanks!" I cursed up at the black orb, gritting my teeth. I felt more warm tears leak from the pinched closed corners of my eyes, betraying me. I calmed my breathing and wiped both sides of my face on my shoulders. If i wanted to act unfazed i needed to look the part. I'm Clarina Nickles, group leader to over a hundred kids. I was one of the oldest formal kids in the bunk sector, but know. . . I'm stuck here. My chest tightened at the scenarios playing in my head of what could be happening to not only my group but everyone.