Yin's Story

12

Pain spreads through me as I land with a loud thud.

"Oh shit!" Exclaims a familiar voice dropping something.

"Spring?" I ask sitting up.

"You scared the shit out of me!"

He helps me up.

"How'd the vents go?" he asks.

"It was horrible Spring! There were these nails in the walls that cut into me. It hurt."

"I'm sorry," he says picking up the stuff he dropped.

"Why would they put nails in there?" I asked bending down to help him.

"Because that's their job."

"I don't understand."

"We don't have to. It's their job to hurt us and torture us as much as they can."

"But why?" I ask.

"They say it's to make us better. But I say they do it out of pure enjoyment."

"That's horrible!"

"That's people for you. We get put into here because people think we're dangerous or because we've done something really bad," he answers.

"That reminds me. You never told me why you got put into here."

"I'm afraid that if I tell you, you won't want to be friends anymore...." he says not looking at me.

"I'll still be friends with you."

He looks up at me.

"Do you promise?" he asks.

"I pinkie promise."

I hold up my pinkie. We link our pinkies together. We sit at the table together.

'So why'd you get put into here?" I ask once again.

"It happened five years ago when I was eight years old. I was attacked by someone."

"Who?" I ask.

"I don't know. I never saw his face. But he attacked me. I screamed and kicked him. He screamed for help multiple times and help did come. He told two of the higher powers that I had attacked him. I tried to defend myself but they didn't believe me."

"Then what happened?"

"Turns out the guy who attacked me was the warden. I was put on trial. But since I was eight and an orphan I couldn't get a great lawyer. So of course I lost and as punishment I was put in here. I didn't go out with a fight though. All my friends at the orphanage talked about the Scrapyard. As they took me away I fought against them. I ended up...killing one of them..." He finishes looking at his feet.

I put an arm around him.

"It wasn't your fault."

"Try telling them that." He replies.

'I will. When I get out of here I'll clear your name. I promise."

He smiles.

"I'll hold you to that promise."