Non-Stop

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My blood was racing, my palms sweating.
All eyes on me.
I leaped along every rising stop until I tripped onto a cylinder. I hissed in pain and then analyzed them. I wait until I raised above them and leaped.
I ran along a moving cylinder trying to keep my balance. I leaped from one to the other trying to keep my balance. But then I was left running on the top cylinder staring at the circle of metal panting. The light flashes down and then slowly up, I leap, I dive, I fall.

I slam onto a fan, spinning rapidly until one catches my arm as I try to get up, it spins keeping me hanging down. I scream in pure agony, realizing that this was not training at all ! It was torture.

Medics hurried over looking at the pool and waited until the fans stopped and the pool looked safe, they splashed through and yanked me painfully off the metal fan.

I screamed in pain as they carried me roughly through the pool to the path. I lay in the arms of a medic, my arm bleeding and numb, and yet all I feel is anger.

"YOUR NOT TEACHING US ONE BIT !" I shriek in fury. I struggled as we near the Commander, I hiss in pulsating pain but reach with my left arm for him as if to grasp his neck.
The Commander nodded when the medics began to struggle and suddenly a needle poked my side. The world swirled, and I danced in darkness, but not without a last shining smile from the commander.

"Wake up".
"WAKE UP !" A voice shouted. My ears ring and my head spins like water, I sit up on a white bed in a large room with a doctor leaning over me with orange goggles.

I glance at my arm groggily, my neck feeling weak. The hire bandages were stained pink but I didn't feel the cut anymore, in fact my whole arm was numb and stung up in a tight cast.

I finally glanced up at the doctor who had leaned back and began writing something on a clipboard paper. "Discharge her and take her to her room, no food , only water "Said the man to the nurse. The girl nodded her eyes cold as she turned her head to me and the doctor exited outside my perifral vision.

She helped me up with rough yank. I stood on the metal floor my hearing back. I walked silently with her along the endless halls, and back to a familiar door. She put in a code I couldn't read and then pushed me hard so that I fell into the room.
The door hissed as it closed behind me, air now shut inside the room. I looked up my head aching with sharp pain. The guys are all staring, upright in their beds.

Braxton blinked at me in surprise. "What happened to you ?" he asked. I didn't answer, I stumbled up and ignored their stares, going to my bed and flopping inside it. I wasn't tired, just in pain. I laid staring up at the mattress of the bed above me silently.

Zax sighed from somewhere in the room. It sounded far away.
"We have to be friends now, even family, I know its hard to cope in the place. Heck I didn't talk the first week. But we have no choice , you'll break, you'll go crazy without us !" Zax snapped. His voice was honest and strained with worry.
I glanced over the movement making my head ache as I strained to focus my eyes on his neon blue highlighted dark hair in the corner. "You dont know me " I managed, I rolled over and fell asleep.

When I woke up a water bottle was lying near my injured right arm. I reached over and grabbed it and found the room was empty and silent.

Sitting up I took the cold liquid in a few long gulps. It made my head warm with satisfaction. I assumed they had left for dinner.
I sat in the silent room pondering, in deep thought over the words of the boy called Zax 20.

I was confused, but I knew we weren't friends, maybe the boys but not me with anyone. Being locked in a room with a bunch of strangers is tolerable honestly, but I didn't need friendship right now.
Not when home seemed so far away, and things moved so fast.
I curled up, allowing myself to burst into sobs. I screamed into my pillow, holding it close as if for dear life. I shook in sobs, sadness and anger mixing together in every drop.