Welcome To The: BUNK

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           Something was shaking, moving, something was shaking my arm, my arm was been shook. The feeling stopped then acted up again shaking my side even more, in a very annoying manner . I felt a hand on my side now causing the annoying shaking in response acted up a heart kicking, head pounding head ach.  The headach increased as the shaking rapidly increased the hand moving faster. The head ach spreading down from my head and throbbing towards my stumic. My lower gut started to burn and twist.  I heared a groan pass into my ears from my own mouth sneaking past the headach in my ears. My body was now throbbing to the headach the shaking pnly worsening. I could hear muffled whispers of a voice. The voice sounded familar very familiar.

"Hhmm. . . stop it Drake. . . go away!" i hissed the shaking stopping. I refused to open my eyes not wanting to check my monitor for my daily cleaning assignment. I didnt want to see Voss or Kale. I didn't want to argu with them about silly group territory's. I didnt want to face Gabriel and pretend to play nice, I wanted Drake to just let me sleep, just this one time. The muffled familar voice spoke again sounding closer now more urgent.

". . .stop let me sleep. . . i dont want to run, the vents are already clean!" i hissed the head ach fadding to a burning unpleasant feeling in my spinning stunic.

"Tip. Come one tip you have to get up" the voice said. Tip? Tip. Tip. . . me. I racked my brain to place the voice. I felt my self being lifted as the world turned.

"Come on, Tip" the voice grunted again this time much closer. Bruce. The voice belonged to Bruce the white bunk snitch leader not Drake my friend, not Mast my demanding Bunkmate, not Peg wanting to inform me of a little detail change, it wasn't Jen wanting to make a deal, not Voss wanting to start a fight to settle a old score. Another groan rolled from my spinning stumic as another noise droke the silence the noise of a creaky door opening.  I forced my eyes open then snapped them shut, bright white light, light, bright, too bright. I forced my eyes open again to see a head above me, a jaw line, the tip of a nose, narrowed dark eyes, then dark hair. Bruce. I moved my feet to feel nothing come in contact, no squeak of the ground, no tripping. Moving my head i saw my feet up before me and my body. I wasnt even touching the ground.

"Bruce. . ."

"Hush, don't talk."

"Bruce-" i heard my self whisper. I just wanted to sleep my body arched my head and stomic in a world wind.

"Shush, Tip" he ordered. I turned my head to see the smeared reflection of the silver elevator doors. I blinked my eyes to clear awag the foggy sleepy affects still willing to control me.

"Bruce. . .set me down." i whispered regaining control of my horse voice. I wasnt as 'drunk' as i was the night the doctors released me back into the White bunk after there. . . testing. My body was just trying to heal from all the, metal, and physical abusive, torment, i've gone thru theses last few months in the white bunk alone. Bruce paused infront of the silver doors. It mentally took me a moment to remeber everything thats happened to dawn on me. the weight of guilt pressed back on to my shoulders. Bruce had set me down on my feet, i gripped his arm to keep from screaming. The presure on my left leg increased now from yesterday. I just wanted to sleep. I looked around remembering lunch then the rest of thag day was a blurr. Where was i?

"Bruce, whats going on?"

"Who's Drake?" He asked, eyes dark. Heat pinched at the bottom of my cheeks as my tong now felt heavy.

"No one,  now answer my question, Bruce where are we?"

"No one? You sure said his name alot, should I be concerned?"