The Twisted Ones(On Hold)

Chapter One- Number 154

TTO- Number 154

Cell Number 154. Number 154 has been my home, my safe haven, and my name. I am Girl Number 154. I never liked being called that though, so I created a secret name for myself. I called my conscience Autumn. That's is what season it was when I last saw the outside, 10 years ago. The trees had been so beautiful and had taken the color of fire. There were birds soaring in the chrisp sky. Oh the fantastically blue sky. I miss it so badly. All it took was one glance for me to long to be there again in the freash, clean air.

But here I am, in the place that shares a name with me, staring at cold, metal walls. I wouldn't call it a room, for the walls are made of vertical and horizontal bars, much like those of a dog crate. The floor is solid metal and is  freezing against my bare feet. This kind of imprisonment made me wonder if they even saw me as a human.

There is a small, metal bench in my camber that to this day I have never sat on. I always preferred leaning against the bars over laying on a chuck of metal. Maybe it was my natural rebellion in me, I wouldn't know.

I glanced down at my body as I sit on the floor with my knees to my chest. I look down at my almost snow white and count my ribs. Here, they don't bother clothing us too well. All the other girls and I wear are a pair of grey, short, woven shorts and a piece of grey cloth that resembles a sports bra. The facility is very cold to the Instructors who where their fancy white outfits, but we are numb to the cold. We have been numb our whole lives. I am beginning to think I am starting to become numb to the pain too.

I count my bones as an act of what a normal person would call boredom, but it is all I have ever known. Boredom and fear.

Suddenly I hear the rhythmic sound of heavy boots on the metal ground. I don't bother looking up because I know all to well who is coming. It is my Instructor, Master Keres. I heard one of the other prisoners whisper that Keres means Evil Spirit. I wonder if his mother knew how horrific her son was going to be. I haven't been in contact with many other souls, but I am certain that no one could be nearly as cruel as him.

I continue to stare at my boney body when I eye the pair of silver boots I heard earlier outside the bars.

"154 up!" Master Keres' voice boomed through the larger room my cell is in.

I hastily crawl to my feet, but continue to stare at the ground. The Instructors don't like to be looked at.

Master Keres pulls out a long leather strip connected to a steel bar. My leash. They don't trust me enough to let me walk freely anymore. Not after my first act of rebellion. I can assure, I will never act up again after what happened to me.

I am told to stand still as he opened the heavily locked door that enclosed me in my chamber. After he told me to, I took long, heavy strides to the door where he locked me in the leash. The leather stripe runs around my natural waist all the way up to around my neck, much like a dog harness. I keep my gaze on the floor as he pushes me in front of him, knowing that if I try to run I will be choked. I walked blindly down the cold hallways trying to imagine what will ache tonight. My body, my heart, my soul, or my brain.

I don't know what the Institution looks like nor do I have any idea which hallways lead where despite how long I have been here. I am forced to stare blankly at the cold ground for my entire walk every time.

"154 halt!" Keres shouts and yanks on the leash, causing my insides to jump and my breath to be stolen. No matter how much he yells, his voice still makes me flinch.

I stopped in my tracks with my feet together underneath me. I can feel his harsh glare piercing me in the back, but I pretend not to.

Keres sneers and a different Instructor walks out of a door near us.

"Perfect, bring her this way." The new voice sounds. This voice is feminine, and softer than I expected. That's not what gets me though, it's the fact that she referred to me as 'her' not 'it'.

Keres nodded curtly and pulls me towards the door. I limply follow along into the room.

"Thank you. You may release her and be dismissed." The female voice said. She said 'her' again.

Keres then roughly untied my leather leash. He gave another nod and left the room.

I couldn't help but notice the strange room I was in. It wasn't like anything I had ever seen. The walls were made of glass and outside the glass were screens. This was all I could tell from having to look at the ground still.

"Hello, 154." She said and her voice told me she was smiling at me.

I was never to reply to anyone. Ever.

"It's okay 154, I want to hear your voice. Tell me something." She said.

This confused me greatly. Should I talk and risk being worst off than I already am? She noticed my hesitation and sighed.

"This is terrible, what they are doing." She starts. "Training you poor kids to be ok with living like an abused animal." She frowned in her voice. "Please speak." She pleaded despartely.

I sighed and part my lips to say something, but nothing comes out.

"Please..." She said again.

Her voice makes me want tot trust her, but trust can be a very dangerous thing. "I'm scared." I manage to whimper. I scare myself with my own voice. It is cracky and hoarse, but at once it could have been beautiful like the woman's, I believe.

The women Instructor pauses and just looks at me. Then, I am suddenly embraced my two warm arms. This alarms me in ways in shouldn't. I could get killed for this kind of contact. She forces me to look up at her. The women in front of me is absolutely stunning, but she had tears in her crystal blue eyes.

"I will get better, ok?" She croaked and looked me in the eyes.

I nodded, afraid to speak again. She pulled away from me and rested her hands on my shoulders. Just then, the doors bursts open and two Instructors stormed in and within seconds, the women had been shot in the head twice and I had been restrained. My body shook as I had just caused the death of the women. I could have moved away and kept quiet, but I didn't. I killed someone. Someone who was trying to help me, I killed her. No, I'm not a killer am I? I am not a murderer, right? I did not kill her. They did, they took her life. 

An Instructor leashed me and roughly lead me down the hallway towards what I was certain was my punishment.

My eyes wildly looked around as the women had done one thing. And that was that she had given me some hope, but almost instantly my head was banged against one of the metal walls. My head would be hurting tonight. I was then pushed forwards and I stared down at the ground like I should. Was she trying to tell me something? What if they were going to free me soon? I still couldn't get her eyes out of my head. They were beautiful, but broken. Brave, but lost. It didn't matter though, if I rebeled again they would surely kill me. I was replaceable and besides, that is why we are here isn't it. They are just making sure we have an unberable fate. I sighed as I was led to a large, white door and shoved inside.

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