Meeting the Roommate

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Light penetrated my eyes as I slowly cracked them open, one by one. Head throbbing, I groaned and tried to move before searing pain shot up my stomach. All of the memories from the night before hit with full force and my eyes snapped open, making me disoriented for a few seconds. As I scanned the room I realized it was extremely clean as if the owner had OCD and the bed was a navy color, contrasting the pale blue walls. I winced and forced myself to sit up in the bed, and as if sensing that I was awake, the door opened revealing Mallard and a man about the same age behind him. I moved farther away from the door on my bed, refusing to acknowledge Mallard. "Well, it is definitely good to see you awake after the scare you gave us last night. Blake, I am so sorry for what Harry did to you. I never realized what he was doing I just thought you guys had become friends because he was always the first to offer to bring your meals to you. You have to know I didn't-"

"Shut up. Now. The only thing Harry did for me was fucking torture me, hence the back and my face. Only a complete idiot wouldn't be able to see what he was doing and you are insane if you think I will ever listen to you or take orders from you. I might now be training for, whatever this is, but you are nothing to me and if you can't take that then throw me out and let me get on with my life that you so obnoxiously interrupted." Mallard grimaced and sadness washed over his face. With a resigned look he slowly nodded and turned to leave.

"The doctor has left ointment in the bathroom for your cuts and bruises and something else to help with your back." Giving him a confused glance he started again. "We saw what Harry did to your back. Those knife marks will only scar worse if you don't treat them right." Turning around he headed towards the door. "Oh, I forgot. This will be your room and unfortunately with a couple other younger new recruits there aren't enough rooms for you to double with another trainee from your class so you will be sharing this room, which I must say is a definite upgrade from your peers' rooms." Before I could comment on how there was only one king size bed and ask who my roommate was, Mallard rushed out of the room.

The rest of day I spent taking my time to get ready, shower and I somehow managed to find the agency's doctor so that she could fix up the bruising scattered around my body and the healing scars on my back from the occasional knives that Harry would bring in when he could. Mallard sent an advisor to help me get my schedule which consisted of training hours and class times. The classes weren't normal school classes, rather they were really interesting ranging from coding to different aspects of psychology. I groaned when I saw that training started at 6:30 on Monday, Wednesday and Friday and 7:00 on the rest of the days with only Sunday as our 'rest day'.

Walking back from theoffice where I collected my different uniforms, a brand new laptop and studybooks, I headed back to my room. Other kids my age scattered throughout thehalls, eagerly talking with one another. When they saw me, their voices turnedto whispers as they discussed who the newbie was and if the rumors about whathappened the night before were about me. "Iheard Mallard forgot to check on her so she almost starved to death." "Harrywas always creepy. I feel bad that she had to cross paths with him." "What doyou think Harry did to her?" "Where did they even bring Harry and what's goingto happen to him?" I tried to tune out all of the whispering questions as Iheld my head high and stared straight ahead of me until I stopped in front ofthe familiar door alongside many others like it. The only reason why this onestood out the most was because the door itself was even nicer than the otherrooms and there was a sign on it with the name Oliver Pierce. As I began towalk into the room I heard shuffling noises and sucked in a breath, wonderingwho would be in my room at this time. Without making too much noise, I peekedat the culprit and was shocked at who I found. Anger quickly clouded my vision and I stormedinto the room, not bothering to remain quiet anymore.

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