The last six

Two

"Help"

"Help"

I heard a young voice whimper. I slowly opened my eyes only to be welcomed by a blinding light. I quickly closed them, my eyes not adjusted to the bright light. I opened them up again, waiting until I could see properly. I carefully sat up on the ground I was on. Looking around, I noticed I was in what looked like a warehouse. I took a second glance around the room, realising that there were other people in here.

"Help"

I heard the voice again. Swiftly turning my head around, I saw a young girl around the age of thirteen. She had her arms wrapped around her legs and her head tucked in between her legs. I crawled over to her and sat down cross legged.

"Hey what's wrong?" I asked carefully, looking down at her.

She lifted her head from her legs. Her green eyes were bloodshot from crying and her brown hair was a mess, as if she had just been in a fight.

"M-my l-leg." She replied, motioning with her head to the massive gash on her leg.

I gasped, carefully looking at her leg. I looked around the room, forgetting that there were other people in here. I was trying to look for a piece of cloth I could wrap around her leg. I couldn't find anything, so I ripped a piece off my grey singlet top. I carefully wrapped it around her leg and tied it at the back.

"There you go. What's your name?" I asked sitting back down on the ground, waiting for her to answer.

She hesitated a bit before answering. "Bianca." She replied.

"What a nice name. Well my name is Charlie. How old are you?" I asked, trying to distract her from her leg. I didn't want her thinking about where we were or how much pain she was in.

"I'm thirteen." She replied her voice barley above whisper.

Suddenly something clicked inside my brain I stopped for a moment thinking. We were in a warehouse probably in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by people we don't even know. We don't know what they are going to do to us. For all we know, they could kill us. There were kids laying on the floor just staring into space. Kids were also passed out on the floor or were standing talking to others.

"Everyone get up now!" A man around the age of thirty yelled coming out of the doorway.

All of the kids that we're lying or sitting down stood up. I helped Bianca stand up, holding her hand and pulling her up. She whimpered a bit as she stood on her leg.

"Everyone line up at the door now!" He yelled, another man waking into the room.

Both men looked around the around thirty maybe younger.

The first man had dirty blonde hair and was wearing a blue jumper and light washed jeans. The other man that come through the door had short bright flaming red hair and was wearing a pair of grey shorts and a white t-shirt. All of the kids ran up to the door, pushing and shoving each other to get a spot in the line.

"Okay, everyone over the age of fourteen go with Toby over here." He pointed to man with dirty blonde hair.

All of the kids looked around trying to figure out who was over fourteen and who wasn't. I decided to step out first. Everyone gasped as three more kids followed behind me. I stood in front of Toby waiting to be told what to do. I quickly took a glance behind me. There was a girl that looked to be around fifteen and two boys that looked around the same age as me, seventeen.

"You four, come with me." He instructed opening the door and walking out, the four of us following cautiously following behind.

He led us into a dirty room, with three beds in the corner, two singles and a double. Nothing else was in the room. The walls were stained with what looked like dirt, the floors were just as bad, with stains covering them.