Sugar Kill [ A sweet kind of pain ]

Part 7: A New Friend

A plate of food slid under the metal door. Nisha now lived in a tiny cell about six feet square-the size of a closet. It had been a week, and she still couldn't get in touch with her team. Every time she tried to escape, the emergency alarm would sound and she would be beaten over and over again.

Nisha looked at her bandaged wound under the white baggy jumpsuit they gave her . Good, the bleeding had stopped thanks to the doctor that lived here.

Nisha took the tray of food. A soup of unwashed vegetables with muck floating on the surface and a side of stale bread. Great. Nisha left the soup untouched and only ate the tasteless bread. 

After that, Nisha sat quietly for a few hours. She had nothing to do or anything to read. Her daily activities are eating, sleeping and going to the toilet. Then, curiosity got a hold of her. She wondered if anybody lived in the cell next to hers-if there was even a cell, Nisha wasn't so sure. She pounded on the walls to see if any other prisoners heard and answered back. At first there was no reply, but then she heard an answering knock. 

Nisha pounded on the  wall again and it only took a few seconds for a reply from the other prisoner. She then realised that there was a small gap at the side of the wall, she pressed her lips to the gap and whispered,''Hey!'' Nisha then turned her ear to the gap and heard some shuffling coming from the other cell before reply. 

''Hey!'' a dry but sweet female voice came from the gap.

''Hey,where am I?'' Nisha replied.

''Your'e in a prison cell located under the hideout of The Survivors,''

''Are we the only one's in here?'' 

''There's more of us than you think,''

''what do you-''

Both of them heard a guard walking to their cells.

''We can't talk like this anymore, it's too risky,'' The female prisoner said,''I'll try to communicate with you some other way but just remember this code-UTOPIA, all capital letters,''

The cell door opened and a young, heavy set guard stood glaring at Nisha without a word. Nisha stared back for a moment before collapsing on the floor in laughter. The guard's attempt to look serious was hilarious to Nisha. 

''So this is what you do!'' the guard said. ''Stop pounding on the walls and stop talking!'' she slammed the door and disappeared. She and some other guards came back with a small wooden piece and some nails. One of the guards  used her powers to freeze Nisha up so that she couldn't escape or attack them while the rest covered the gap in the wall. After they finished, they released Nisha and went out of her cell. They did the same to the prisoner on the opposite of the wall.

Sometime later, dinner came sliding in. This was the most exciting thing of the day. Dinner was fairly decent, it was at least better than breakfast. There were meat balls, mash potatoes, turkey and broccoli. Nisha didn't expect it to be that fancy, it even came with a small cup of wine! Then she remembered, it was christmas. If only she could get out of this prison cell and spend time with her loved ones.

The combination of a hot meal and the quiet surroundings made Nisha very drowsy, and she soon fell into a deep sleep. When she awoke, she needed to use the toilet. She pressed repeatedly on the buzzer yet no one came. Finally she banged on the door. After a minute, a strong, young guard with glasses threw open her door. 

''Do you know what time it is?'' He huffed angrily.

''No, I have no Idea,'' Nisha said ,''How could I possibly know? Put a fucking clock in here then!'' 

''It's three in the morning for fucks sake,''

''I'm sorry. I didn't know,'' Nisha said sarcasticly,''but the buzzer doesn't work.''

''It's not a buzzer,''Said the guard, exasperated.''It blinks a light to let us know you want to go. Here put on this blind fold,'' 

Nisha covered her eyes and followed the guard down the hall. Once inside the washroom, she was allowed to remove the blindfold. A reflection behind the sink caught Nisha's eyes. Between the basin and the wall, balanced on a water pipe, was a letter made out of a yogurt container with the words-UTOPIA written on it. There were damp places on the walls where little chunks of plaster had fallen off. Using these pieces of chalk, The female prisoner used it to write to Nisha.

That girl is trying to communicate! Nisha thought. She hid the token in her pocket and put her blindfold back on. Finally she had something to do, being lonely was hard as hell.

In Nisha's cell, she opened the letter and read it.

Hello! I'm so glad I found you! It's been months since I've spoken to someone. There are things that you should know about this place, space is running out. I'll tell you more if I can find something I can write on.

Nisha hid the token back into her pocket and sighed as she fell to sleep.

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Hello readers! sorry if the chapters are short but I'm quite busy lately. I'll try to post more chapters and also make them longer if you want. thanks for reading and vote if you like!