Those were the days, mate.
I loved living in Candor.
The only bad thing is the truth serum, for some reason. I dont know why, it just irritates me.
But that stupid stranger has come to take me away. Again.
Why can't they just leave me alone for once?
It's a week before the choosing ceremony.
Why does this happen to me?
Why is it always me?
With more questions swirling around in my brain than on the exact same day four years ago, I start to slow down. I don't speak at all. All I do is look back at the black and white figures of the Candor, and try to see my best friends in there. I can only see Niamh and Saph there.
Before I knew it, I was back in the stupid sector again.
"Cat got your tongue?" He says as I am being dragged along.
We're almost in the "house"
"Why can't you shut up." I sigh just as I knock a rubbish bin over.
We're in the hellhole again. He tenses up and starts shouting at me.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?"
Ouch. That hurt. I hate being shouted at.
He walks away and slams the door.
I'm surprised this git didn't just use violence first, like he normally does.
I see that I am placed in the same room as last time. At least I kinda know my way around here. I still see that the sculpture is there, and so are the two drawers. I open the bottom drawer and see that the '3' top is still there.
A boy is thrown into my room before I even knew what was going on.
"You will sleep here tonight." The stranger drawls, the smell of booze around him. "Get used to it."
He spits on the ground and walks away.
"I hate this place." the boy says quietly.
"Me too, but I guess we both have to stay here for a bit."
I look over to see one small bed. Great. We're gonna have to share. He looks at it and shudders, he's obviously not used to this.
"So, how did you get here?" I ask
"I was kidnapped and brought here, I don't know how else I could have got here."
"Oh." is all I can say.
We sit there awkwardly for a while.
"How did you get here?" He asks
"Similar to how you did." I reply. (That is a half truth.)
"I'm Thomas." he says shyly.
"I'm-"
I see a boy who could be sixteen thrown into the room. I immediately rush over to help him, when the stranger slaps me in the face.
Rude.
"Thomas, it's time to leave!"
The boy, Thomas, stood up and started to leave until he said
"Bye, new friend." And kissed me on the cheek and wished me luck, then walked away.
The door shuts, leaving me and the bruised guy in there.
He whimpers in pain, so I go over to help him.
"Are you alright?" I ask
"Well I've just been beaten and bruised, so not really."
"Here, I'll help you."
I remember some Amity healing rules from years ago.
1. Make sure they are okay.
"Are you okay with this?"
"I guess."
I eventually see his bruises. I gasp. They are shocking.
But they are like mine.
2. Examine the injury.
I look at his bruises, do mine look the same? They are big and small, shallow and deep.
How could anyone live like this?
3. Test the injuries.
I pick a bruise on his arm to start with.
"What are you doing?" he asks
"Trying to heal you." I say as calmly as I can
I start testing the bruise. He winces.
"That bad?"
"Yes..." he says
I do this for all of the ones I see.
4. Attempt to heal them.
"Do you come here often?" he asks.
"I try to avoid this place as much as I can, so no, not really." I say calmly.
I heal one bruise, then the rest of what I can see.
5. Treat the wounds.
"Ouch." The boy says
"Sorry! I'm trying to be gentle."
And after about 7 minutes, I've treated up each injury I can get to as carefully as I can.
"There you go, it's all over now. You can relax for a bit now."
He relaxes for a while, then stiffens up when he hears those noises coming from below the stairs.
And it's headed right towards this direction.
Then the door opens up, and I am then beaten senseless.
