Broken

My Saving Grace

8 years ago~

"Did you hear?", "hear what?", "they brought in some kids today". I was sitting close enough to over hear Jason and Matthew's conversation. Jason was a scrawny kid who was 12 years old, with overgrown dirty blonde hair (we were both in desperate need for a hair cut) with ocean blue eyes. His pale skin was scratched tightly over his boney body. He looked delicate almost breakable, his mouth often got him in trouble with the guards. Matthew on the other hand, who was 14 years old was bulky, when I first saw him I mistakenly took him for a fat kid but I quickly found out that there is not a ounce of fat on him. His brown hair was cut choppy on his head, like whoever cut his hair couldn't care less how it turned out. His hazel brown eyes were cold and calculating so it made it seem like he could always tell what someone was thinking (I made sure I avoided his eyes). He didn't talk much and his lips were always in a frown, I don't think I have ever seen him smile. Though I didn't expect him too because there was nothing to smile about. Jason's voice snapped me out of my thoughts "-sad because they were originally bringing six kids but I think it was a little boy who wouldn't stop crying saying he wanted his mommy and one of the guards got annoyed and shot and killed him". I quickly glanced at Matthew and saw that his muscles were flexing. "These bastards are heartless". Jason looked down at his hands before saying "I know". There was silence between them for about four minutes before Jason said "I heard that there is a girl among them that managed to rip one of the guard's ear off before they managed to chain her down" there was a smirk on his lips when he said "I'm dying to meet her". Matthew didn't say anything back and I decided that his silence ended their conversation.

They made us all gathered in the open space of the warehouse to feed us, they didn't really feed us though, they made us fight for the leftovers from their plates. There is no room for pity for the other person, it is eat or starve and I refuse to let myself starve. There was a little girl sitting close to me, I think her name is Anna. She couldn't be more then six years old, she had dirt on her face. She was trying hard to silence her cry, she didn't win her fight so she didn't have anything to eat. Her face looked drained, I could tell that she hadn't eaten for about two days now. Her brown eyes were watering but she bit down on her chapped lip to keep herself as quiet as possible. I looked at her trembling frame for a moment longer before looking down at what little I had in front of me and sighed to myself. One day without food won't kill me, I slide my plate to her. She looked at the plate with shock and then she looked up at me with wide eyes, "just because you can't fight doesn't mean you don't deserve to eat". She smiled at me and I saw that one of her front tooth had fallen out, she is a really cute little girl. She wasted no time in eating what was in front of her. When she was done I took the plate back and put it with the other dirty plates. If she had put it back, she would have gotten beaten because she wasn't supposed to have eaten today.

Soon after they lined us up and we were heading back to were they made us sleep. There was about thirty of us to one storage room. I was now in the back of the room where I usually slept when I came up short to see a girl sitting in my spot. She was sitting with her knees to her chest, her arms around her legs and her head on her knees. Her long curly hazelnut hair passed her shoulders, I cleared my throat to get her attention and immediately her head snapped up. I found myself staring into a pair of chocolate brown eyes, she had a beautiful face but her sun kissed skin looked like it had been deprived of sunlight for a while now. She stood up and I noticed that she was probably 5'2 compare to my 4'6 her hour glass figure could not go unnoticed even in the dusty black jumpsuit they made us wear. "I'm sorry you must be the kid that usually sleeps here, sorry for taking your spot". Something about her voice seem to relax me, it was smooth and gentle like a lullaby, her Jamaican accent was very faint but it was there. I felt tried all of sudden "yeah I usually sleep here but...if you want we could share the space, I know it's not spacious back here but-". She cuts me off by saying "no it's fine and thank for sharing, I promise I won't get in your way, you can call me Bunny". What the hell, we are talking like we are college roommates meeting for the first time and this situation and place is nothing like that! And surely her name couldn't be Bunny, maybe she didn't want me to know her real name. I just nodded and slide to the ground using the wall for support. I closed my eyes and minutes later I felt a hand in my hair, my eyes snapped open to look at Bunny. She pulled her hand back "sorry I don't know what came over me", I heard myself saying "it's fine I don't mind, oh and you can call me whatever you want." Usually I hated any physical contact but for some reason I felt myself welcoming her touch. I felt her hand back in my hair and closed my eyes and for the first time since I came here I actually fell asleep. Not beaten till I lost consciousness or blacking out because my body shut down but actually felling asleep.