Remember <On Hold>

Remember

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Fern's POV

I woke up, breathing heavily. That was a horrible nightmare! I looked around, the cold stone floor of my cell, and the iron bars. It wasn't a nightmare. It was real. I cried for help, but the only answer I got was a guard yelling at me to shut up. I stood up, and brushed off the dust. I was wearing my usual purple sweater and ripped skinny jeans, and Converse with braided laces. I straitened out my unruly dirty-blonde hair, and looked for a mirror. There was a broken one at the back of the cell. I looked in to see emerald eyes staring back at me. There were cuts stitched up on my once fair cheeks. As I started to cry, someone opened my cell. I whipped around, feeling hopeful, but my hope vanished. It was just a guard. He grabbed my arm and tossed me to the ground outside my cell as if I were nothing.

"Get up." he ordered. I did as was told, fear in my eyes. He took me to a medical room, equipped with strange looking equipment. Were those, knives? He forced me to sit on a chair, and chains clipped to my wrists and ankles.

"What are you doing!? I yelled in fear.

"Just shut up!" he pressed a button on a weird looking machine, and volts of electricity surged through my body. I screamed in pain, but it was a matter if seconds before I blacked out.

Adam's POV

So I was finishing up a mod review, I hadn't done one in a while, and I went down stairs to get a sandwich.

"TY COME MAKE ME A SANDWICH!" I yelled up the stairs.

"NOO MAKE IT YOURSELF!" he yelled back.

"Fine" I muttered to myself. I went into the fridge, luckily Jerome didn't eat the rest of his yesterday so I took it. I sat at the table munching away when Jason came downstairs.

"What's up? hey, isn't that Jerome's sandwich?" he asked, pointing at the sandwich.

"Yes, but don't te-"

"IS THAT MY SANDWICH?!" yelled Jerome as he came downstairs.

"Umm, noo." I answered, lying.

"Oh well, at least we have leftover ice cream." Jerome started to dig in the freezer. Jason backed up, with a face that said, stuffs about to go down.

"WHAT!!?" I yelled, standing up. I dashed over to Jerome, and Jerome shoved a handful of ice cubes in my face.

"Ha ha , just kidding!"

"Oof." I tripped and fell in surprise. Jason ran upstairs to get everyone.

"OWw! Jerome at least I still ate your sandwich!" I yelled. I got up and shoved ice cubes in his face too. Jason came downstairs with Mitch, Ian, Ty, and Quentin following him. Ty started to video tape it, Ian joined the fight, and Mitch and Quentin burst out laughing. Soon we were all chucking ice cubes at one another.

*DING DONG*

The doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" I said. Luckily everyone was too busy fighting to notice. I open the door. it's the mailman with a large box.

"I didn't order anything." I said, confused.

"Well that's because, it's you, that was being ordered!" with that, the mailman put a gag on my mouth, and shoved me into the box. I blacked out as I heard my front door slam shut, and the engine of a car starting.