I'm Different

Chapter 8

"Hey. Wake up."

I slowly open my eyes, adjusting to the sun and look over at the owner of the voice. Elijah is standing next to my seat, shaking me awake. "Come on. Alvin is already pissed off. Let's not get him even more mad." I nodded my head and pulled myself off the seat, landing on the soft ground. Elijah guided us back to the rusty door and up the 2 flights of stairs. Just then we heard a loud crash and cuss words.....Alvin.

"GOD DAMNIT!" Walking to the room of cages, we see a broken beer bottle on the floor and a drunk Alvin kneeling in front of it. I guess he heard us come in because he turned around sharply and pointed at us. "ELIJAH. GET ONE OF THOSE BITCHES TO CLEAN THIS UP."

As I was the one closest to Elijah, he unlocked my handcuffs and handed me a tiny trash can. Quietly I mad my way to the glass and started picking each piece up one by one. Hearing rustling, I glance behind me and she Elijah putting back the rest of the girls in there cages. In the corner of my eye, I see Alvin trying to get up but failing. That's why you shouldn't drink that much. Idiot.

I turn back around and finish cleaning up the rest of the glass. I grabbed the trash can and handed it back to Elijah, waiting for him to tell me what else to do. Hearing grunting, I turn around and see Alvin cursing under his breath and walking towards me. Oh no. Growling he pulls my hair and drags me back to my cage, whilst trying to keep himself standing.

"UGHHHH FUCK!" He throws me in my cell, hitting my bruised side against the wall and banging my now broken shoulder on the floor. He yanked the cell door closed, locking it, and walked back to the middle of the hallway.

"BITCHES. BITCHES. BITCHES. YOU KNOW HOW MANY OF YOU LEFT? 6. OUT OF 50!" He slurs, punching his hand against the wall. The wall crumbles from the impact, few pieces of debris falling. "THATS NOT ENOUGH. NOT ENOUGH. YOU ALL COST SOMETHING. DONT THINK IM DOING THIS TO BE NICE. NO. 600 DOLLARS IS NOT ENOUGH!" He punches the wall again and this time he starts to bleed.

"YOU ALL BETTER GET AUCTIONED OFF TOMORROW OR YOU WILL BE DEALING WITH ME. AND RIGHT NOW. I DONT THINK YOU WANT TO DEAL WITH ME!" He spats, throwing his arms up hysterically. 600 dollars isn't that bad for 6 girls. He needs to stop complaining and get over it. "NO FOOD TODAY. THEY NEED TO EXPERIENCE WHAT MY WALLET IS EXPERIENCING....EMPTINESS!" He pulls out his wallet and throws it on the ground, 100 dollar bills falling out of it.

Oh. Hell. No. It's one thing to be upset at us for not being destined to someone, which isn't even our fault, but to take away or food? No. No. He can't and will not be taking our food. I'm not having it.

He walks away again, cussing under his breath until he's out of sight and it's completely silent.

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It's been an hour. Nothing has happened. That's good. For some reason I feel like I need to talk to myself like this to keep me sane. Eating a piece of bread and water was already too little for my stomach to handle. Now no food at all? This-no. No. Stop thinking about it. It's no big deal. It's only one day. If you distract yourself you won't feel the need to eat.

I look down at my shoulder and wince at the sight. My whole shoulder is purple with a few yellow marks here and there, starting from the edge of the shoulder blade and ending mid length on my bicep. I look to my other shoulder and compare it to my injured one. It is super swollen. Very is an understatement. Lightly, I put my finger on my bruise and felt for any numbness. Nope. It hurts. A lot. I'm probably going to need to get this checked out.

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It's taken its toll on me. My stomach is non stop growling to the point where it's giving me a major stomach ache. I start to put pressure on my stomach but immediately release it when I felt even more pain by touching my bruises.

It's only been a couple of hours and I'm already hungry. I-I just....when did I need to worry about if I eat or not. When did I have to worry about ever getting the chance to have some freedom. When-just....when. I'm done. I can't....I don't like this. I feel...breathe....I feel too overwhelmed with all of this. It's like I barely processed what's going on and now it hits me. It hits me like a tornado and I don't know what to do. Take shelter? Where? There is nowhere I can go. These people aren't normal. I can't find shelter even if I tried. I will never experience my life ever again.

I'm just stuck in a tornado. Getting pushed around. With no clear direction. And slowly losing the pieces I cherished so much. My shelter.

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It's now night and I can't process anything. My mind is repeating itself over and over. Not ever letting me forget the life I will never experience again. I ran out of tears. They just stopped coming. It was probably overwhelmed too and forgot the one thing they do best. Cry.

I look up with sore eyes and see Elijah sitting on his normal spot. I blink very slowly and try to catch his gaze. Succeeding, I just stare at him with the look of my tiredness, my emptiness, boring into his eyes. I see his eyebrows furrow and his brown eyes becoming very pale in color.

We stayed like that for what felt like seconds, but was actually minutes. I couldn't pull away. It was like I was pouring my tiredness and sadness into him. Like he was taking a bucket off my shoulder. Feeling better I turn to the cold ceiling and closed my eyes.

The last thing I saw was an image of those faded brown eyes before-

Sleep.

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I was deciding whether I should add the next chapter to this one but I thought I shouldn't because next chapter gets a little....hectic 😏