The Girl With Blue Hair {A Novel}

-Chapter Ten-

Blu's P.O.V:

I opened my eyes to more darkness. I tried to lift my hands in front of my face, but quickly found that they were tied. It took me another moment to figure out where I was, which I didn't, because I had no fucking clue.

"Ughh." I groaned, popping the joints in my neck.

All too fast, the lights cut on, flooding the small room.

"I'm glad you're awake." An extremely familiar female voice spoke through an intercom. 

Now that the lights were on, I examined the room before answering.

The walls looked like they had been painted over and over in a harsh grey. I sat in a wooden chair,  thick twine holding my ankles to the legs, and my arms between the bars on the back of it.  Looking at the cement floor, I saw several spots and stains that could have either been blood, or paint.

Now I focused on the voice. It was so familiar, I should know it.

"Do you remember me, little badger?" The voice spoke again.

The nickname struck a nerve, and a deep hatred filled me, urging me to kill the owner of the voice. But who was it?

"I'm so hurt you don't remember me, Onyx." Old nickname, from an old time.

That's when it hit me. It was her. Five years, that's so much time- she could have disappeared; died, why show up now?

"Well, you sure have grown up.. And dyed your hair- that made you slightly harder to find." She droned on about how she found me, but I tuned her out, trying to remember the name I tried so hard to forget.

I eventually gave up, she had stopped talking and I didn't really care anyway. I focused on the door, trying to figure out if I could crack it in the dark. It required a keycard, and it seemed impossible to get it open, even if the lights were on.

The door opened.

She was wearing nude colored heels, and white skinny jeans. Just like the ones she wore that night. A part of me whispered. A white half sleeve blouse was paired with the outfit, and she somehow pulled it off.

Her dark brown hair was tied in a tight bun, and her matching brown eyes stared with contempt. Suddenly, her name came to me.

"Macayla. How nice to see you." I snarled.

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