@uthor: Hey guys, This story does contain homosexuality, all hate will be blocked. If you're offended please leave. Thanks. Also contains some scenes that are inappropriate for readers younger than 12. xoxo Read on babes!
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I open my eyes slightly, to feel a burning sensation I know as the sun. I let out a satisfying yawn as I run my hand next to me, feeling for the body laying next to me. My heart races as I feel no one. I quickly get up to my feet to be hit in the face with a pillow. I regain my balance and hear a faint giggle escape the other side of the pillow. A smile widens across my face as I grab a pillow and hurl it at the giggler.
I hear a slight smack as it makes contact with my target. "That's just rude!" A beautiful Australian accent floating against her words.
"You'll live Maliyah." I say laughing before I attempt to throw the pillow at her.
I'm quickly met by Maliyahs body pinning me to the bed. My heart beats furiously and our lips crash together, getting more forceful each second until we push so hard I fall of the bed.
I am waiting for the soft warm arms of hers to catch my body but I am greeted by a cold hard surface. I feel my back scrape across the concrete. I scream out softly in pain and stare up at the big wall I had been climbing. The feeling of love quickly ceased to be in my body.
"Alright it's okay, keep practicing 72413." I hear my drill instructor say. I ball my hands into fists as the number leaves her mouth.
I am 72413. That is my name. I know nothing, I am starting to get bits and pieces back but it's been 2 years since The Morg erased my memories. My name is no longer my name, I am 72413. 72413...the number rings throughout my head at a steady pace.
"come on seven." I hear a raspy female voice say above me. I see a hand reach out and I grasp onto it, pushing myself upright.
"Hey 36413." I moan as I gently touch my back, feeling the warm sticky substance now coating it.
"You took quite a fall huh?" The southern accent was obvious in this girls voice. I let out a soft chuckle.
She brushed her bleached hair from her eyes and touches my cheek. A shiver runs down my spine.
"I'm fine, lets keep going." I say pushing her hand away from my cheek. My mind darts back to the times with Maliyah.
Maliyah and I were separated I remember the day clearly.
One morning I woke up to find her absent from her bed. My mind immediately assumed she was getting breakfast. I went through my morning routine but felt a negative energy but I just shrugged it off.
I hear an blood curdling scream I made out to be hers. The scream rang through the house, coming from all angles.
I bolted out the door of the bedroom to see men in full black holding her arms and picking her up. She flails her skinny arms having no impact on the men.
I run over to her, grasping onto her hand. She screams "I will find you!" but I refused to let go of the one I love. I had to try.
I gripped harder, nearly dislocating her grip until I was violently knocked to the floor and blacked out...ever since I woke up in this camp.
I come back from my thoughts to see Three staring at me with a puzzled look. She furrows her eyebrows but let's go of the thought, I must have said something in my thoughts out loud.
I start off down the path, away from the towering wall my body was thrown off of. Three walks next to me. Her height was about 5"1 and she was about to my chest by now.
I've roomed with Three ever since I got here, she's 2 years younger than me. For an 18 year old I look 16. I've watched how they tested her, erased her memories and changer her look. We've watched each other's mind transitions and guided each other through it.
They didn't even let us keep our names. They cleared everything, to have control over our emotions. From where we live, to our families. All gone.
Over time, some memories, stronger ones resurface if you try hard enough. Only the ones that make us feel a strong emotion. They test us to see how much we can handle, and train us to physical limits.
Three holds my hand as we continue on the dirt path back to our rooms. The dirt path entraps us in dust so we have to stay close to keep the dust from entering our lungs.
I tighten my grip against her hand and slide into our room, a metal building about 20 feet high and not very wide. Just enough to fit 2 beds and a bathroom. No ac so we must dip rags full of cold water and drape them over our heads and cover the Windows. We keep out the heat of what used to be Texas, or should I say what is left of Texas.
She makes her way slowly to the rag bucket, dipping the grimy rag into the water and places it onto my head. I feel the cold water drip down my face and let out a relieved sigh as it cools me down.
Three lays down in her bed an stares at the ceiling, I also lay on my bed. We wait for the sound of a blaring alarm and once it comes we drift off into sleep.
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short chapter sorry more soon~
