Welcome To The: BUNK

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      "Here Tip, i think you might need this" a far away voice wiggled into my serpressed ears. Blinking my eyes i slowly cleared away the hazly dull of staring into space. My head i know realized was looking towards a random spot with only the tables and a trashcan in view. Pulling my mind and body back to a slow rhythm of arching numb pain. The rhythum in tune with my slow lazy heart beat, thundering thru out my being.

"Cupcake, come on Tippy your starting to scare us here?" a face came into view, it was the pale freckled face of travis, his shaved bold head shinning in the bright light above in the white bunk cafeteria. I glanced over to the left of his shinny head to see movment of other beings. I blinked a few times and saw the thin black haired head of Sheen and the wild copper bushy hair of Lacy, beaming with a wide almost dreamy grin. My hand reached forward to grasp the neck of the bottle set down before me, the bag cackling in affect. Bringing it close i tipped the bottle and brank a few sips of the burning, mouth dominating liquid. I had learned and witnessed from previous trys the brink burns if you take it slow the affects of the brink take longer to take hold but if you brink a few gulps quickly the reaction is quicker.

"Shes moving, shes alive!" Sheen cheered ploping down into the dark blue cold stool in front of me. Lacy slid into the stool beside me, while Travis took his place sitting on the edge of the table turned towards us.

"Shut up, dick-lunk!" Travis barked, swinging his meaty hand and caught the other inmate on the back of the head. Habit made warning flags flared in my head put only in the very, very back.

"Its called a sence of humor you should get one- they're nice!" Sheen complained. Travis reached for the other male again, but Sheen leaped away almost falling. He scurried to seek shelter behind Lacy, as he coward in the shield of her bushy curls.

"Twit!" Sheen spat with a prideful lift of his eyebrows and a higher angle of his chin. Travis frowned and chucked a neglected eating utensil at Sheen over the wild curly head of Lacy. The smallest inmate swiftly dropped down allowing the flying weapon to strike Sheen's chest.

"Dick-lunk!" Travis saw an opening and grabbed Sheen's shirt collar ripping him forward. The touching, the yelling, sitting on the table, the brown bag covered bottle, that i now saw perched infront of me once again. The two started to bicker and argue like young bunk kids.

"Knock it off you two!" a new voice called. The tall pale lean body of Maggie appeaed between the two pushing them apart.

"Boys, so annoying" lacy whimpered annoyed from beside me, her hand snaking up to touch my shoulder. I flitched away from her touch a hissed breath of pain passing thru my teeth. I had tiny puncture wounds little tiny red sore dots numerous places on my weak body. Needle puncture wounds so tiny you could barley see them if you really knew what you where looking for. The inner part of my left arm looked like a pale pink rash of little scabs and bruises. My shoulder carried a large scab stretching over almost two inches of skin. The skin around it was inflamed and bright, ever so offten the shirt i had on would rub agaisnt the ichy painful wound and open it, only to bleed again. The worst pain came from the back of my left ear, i hadnt a clue to what it was, maybe i was to scared to look? I looked to see Lacy face twist into concern and regret as she ripped her hand back as if my skin was deadly fire.

"....s-sorry" she whispered her head turned up towards me her eyes wide probably trying to search mine for any emotion. Travis scooted more towards the center of the metal table away from Sheen and Maggie.

"We saved ya a bottle of Hooch" Travis said nodding his head at the bottled bag before me.

"Hoochie!" Sheen cheered. The intoxicating smell of its content wafted up into my nose. The sour bitter smell, the unforgettable smell. A eerily silence placed its self over the room. I looked up from the bottle to there faces, Lacy, Travis, Maggie then to Sheen. I then glanced around the white bunk cafeteria, i hadnt realized was completely empty till now. Last i remebered was the blurr of bodies and muffle of conversations only moments before? I looked towards the space of table near Lacy to see the metal tray i had picked up along with a few untouched food items. I hadn't realized how much time must of passed sitting here, i had been to rapped up in my own beating head.