Room of the Discarded

Familiar Voices

 The sudden wailing stopped, and the light slowly swallowed me into its abyss. Gone, gone forever! I'm done, it's over, I can see my mom again, please, God have her waiting! But a sighting of a large cabin ruined my hopes. Am I going home? I asked, my gaze nothing more than confused. That doesn't look like home... I added, my gaze dragging on the sight forever. It seemed like years before I came in contact with the image, stepping carefully, and shakily into it. The world seemed to spin around me as the lighting closed behind me, the screams slumping into nothing more than a memory. Is this home? I don't remember this place... I chittered to myself, glancing around the room. The edges of my sightings dimed, as more people stepped in through other holes across the room.

It's that girl! My heart skipped a beat as I remembered the girl with black hair, who was just as shocked as I was, coming to some random place and then dying, then coming back alive, just for another false hope of heaven. This isn't like god describes it. This isn't like anything I've ever heard of. I snarled to myself, glancing around the room. The room soon had been crowded with girls, all girls. My eyes must have mistook me, two girls holding each other, a mother and her daughter soon nearby, the mother whispering sweet, calming nothings into her daughter's ear as she sobbed against her chest. The girl with the black hair looked on, her eyes wide with fear and sorrow, blood streaming from a hole in her head. I watched her in shock, before I noticed another movement coming from next to me. Whipping my head around, I eyed in amazement the sighting of a tall, handsome young man, his gaze shifting curiously around the room at the mass of females. Caught staring, I watched his gaze catch mine. Hot, embarrassed, I looked down, before back around the room. The faces of the females mixed with fear and horror, the girl with black hair's face blank of expression. Her gaze lightly dotting the faces of the girls around her, before resting on the young man.

"Where are we?" She stuttered, her voice a rough and creaky accent. The young man gazed at her, his gaze shifting to timid from her question. Two girls whined in the distance, the girl with her daughter soon snickering.

"The room of the discarded." He repeated from earlier, the girl snapped her head up to look up at him. Her gaze was fierce, her expression still though, unreadable.

She must be so angry... She seems more on end than terrified. He seems calm, he's been her longer, possibly? How could he know what this place is? I questioned, gazing at her, attempting to read her bright green eyes. She flicked her gaze to the side, away from him, and touched her index finger to her forehead, where the hole was dripping scarlet. Rubbing at it, she looked back down at her finger at the smudge of blood that left a print. She gazed back up at him, tears starting to stream from her eyes.

"Why did you bring us here? Who are you? Why have you done this to us?" She yelped, a wail of horror rising in her throat. At her remark, the man reeled backwards, pulling back as he gazed at her in understanding. His face read nothing, but his gaze gave more deep of a story than I'd ever been able to believe. I watched as they caught each other's eyes once more, until he held out a hand to the young, pale, pretty girl. Lashing out her hand, she pushed his hand away, before pulling back her hand to her chest.

She's shaking.... She must be so scared! I gasped, half to myself. I noticed him look around the room once more, before grunting and brushing her remaining hair behind her ear. Her gaze watched over threateningly, but the tears streaming down her face shook her more, so she didn't budge.

"I will tell you, but only in return you tell me your name." He snickered, pulling his arm back and grinning at her.

"Kiarria," She spat, her voice attempting to cope, but breaking as she sobbed; "Where are we..."

"Why did you bring us here?" She hissed, not meeting his welcoming gaze. He shrugged, and looked around the room.

"I didn't bring you here." He informed, his shoulders rippling as he moved them. He's so strong... So handsome. He must be god. I flushed, my body feeling hot. What a bitch! Why is she treating him like that?

"Then who did?"

"God sent us here."

My body started shaking, as I let my legs support me up. The boy chuckled as he looked down at Kiarria, who sat still, her gaze flickering from side to side in confusion.

"I'll tell you all about it if you'd take my hand." He cooed, holding his hand out again. Hesitationg, Kiarria gripped his hand, and let him pull her up. He pulled her close to him, and guffawed. "I'm glad you trust me." He whispered into her ear, just barely enough to be heard. Pulling away, Kiarria twitched, and moved away, touching at her forehead once again, of which dripped with blood.

"What happened to me?" She asked, her voice a quick breath.

"Oh, that. Come sit, we can discuss this." The man smiled back, welcoming us all to chairs nearby. Taking seat on a couch in the center of the room, he patted the seat for Kiarria to join him. Kiarria turned away, and took seat in a chair on the opposite side, as everyone crowded around.

"What happened to us?" Kiarria asked, her voice teetering. The young man's amusement faded as he eyed her, looking on curiously as she questioned. Around the room, all eyes had set upon the young man, who sat high, his expression fading into nothing but blankness.

"Who are you?" She breathed, her tone calm.

"My name is Soul." 

A/N- OOOOOOOOH Character names <3 And of course it's myself and Soul that are first to be introduced, don't be shocked. 

~Kia