Me and Gracie have been in these dungeons for a couple days now. Gracie is so bruised up every time she moves it hurts her. She's on the bed now and me next to her. If she doesn't get a doctor soon she's going to die.
"Here's your food and you have a visitor. You only have 10 minutes."
I turn to look who could be visiting us. It's a girl. She looks to be a bit older than me in her early twenties. Her clothes are pants with a black T shirt. When the guard leaves she runs towards us.
I get up into a defensive stance. "If you touch her I'll kill you with my bare hands."
Being trapped in a dungeon can really mess up your brain. I'm wart of everyone and have hardly eaten anything giving it all to Gracie.
"I'm here to help. I have food and some medical supplies for your friend." She says taking out a small pouch from under her shirt.
"How do I know you wont kill us?" I question her suspiciously.
"Because I've been in your situation before and no one helped me." she said looking at the ground.
I don't say anything for a few seconds when my stomach rumbles. "You hungry? Here's some bread and water. I'll clean up your friends bruises and see if I can help her any other way."
I nod grateful for it all. She hurried over to Gracie taking put a wet cloth and wiping her wounds on her stomach. She groans but I move next to her ear and say, "You have to be quite for a bit longer. She's just cleaning your wounds." Gracie nods and bites her lip from the pain.
This goes on for a few minutes but soon the girl bandages her up carefully. "Here are some pain killers and something to help her with her fever. I wish I could do more but for now that's it. I'll come back in a few weeks so I don't seem suspicious. Here's some more bread and water. Don't eat it all at once and give her the fever pill once every two days so it lasts. There's about 30 pills in there. The pain killers are about 40 knowing she'll need more. Only use those when the pain is unbearable." she stops hearing foot steps.
"Hide them." I hide them under the blanket.
"Times up." the guard leaves.
She hugs me and says, "He's coming for you." then shes gone.
"Who's coming for me?" I think to myself.
"I didn't catch your name." I say.
"Jessica."
"Aubrey." and then the guard pulls her away leaving us alone again.
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The New Kid
WerewolfMy name is Aubrey Ross. When I was 7 years old my parents died in a car accident. I have no other living relatives except my aunt Lily so I started to live with her. She was a photographer and a very famous one. We would move every month so she coul...
