"Dagenhart?" Someone whispers through the darkness. It must be in my imagination.
"Dagenhart?"
There it is again. Maybe it's God. Maybe I've died and gone to heaven. I shoot up as I feel liquid travel down my face. I sharp pain travels through my leg and I fall back onto the bed.
"Are you okay?"
It's the boy from before.
"What happened?" I ask trying to sit up to no avail. I'm still strapped to the bed.
"Oh, let me get those for you," he says slowly starting to undo the straps," You blacked out during the procedure."
"What procedure?"
He finishes unstrapping me.
"...on your knee..." he replies awkwardly.
I look down and almost scream. It's all bruised and nasty looking.
"Don't worry about it. I'll bandage it up for you." He says.
He helps me sit up, my legs dangling over the edge of the metal table. It really hurts. He picks up a needle with some type of liquid in it.
"This might sting a little." he says slowly pushing the needle into my skin. He was right. It did sting a bit. He picks up a role of bandages.
"So what's your name?" he asks gently lifting my leg.
"Yin. What's your name?"
"Shiro."
He finishes bandaging my knee.
"What's your cell number?" Shiro asks.
"I-I'm not sure. But I'm in the same cell as SpringTrap. Why?"
He helps me off the table supporting me.
"Because I'm taking you back there."
He smiles at me and helps me walk. I'm afraid we'll get in trouble. But the guards don't say anything as they walk by. He stops in front of my cell.
"Here you go!" he says as the guard opens the door.
I limp inside as the door closes plunging the room into complete darkness. I lay down next to Spring who's fast asleep.
Tomorrow is another day.
YOU ARE READING
Yin's Story
HorrorA small child of about eight years old is thrown into a prison camp nicknamed The ScrapYard by all the inmates. There she must face challenges, tolerate many pains and watch the suffering of everyone around her. This is Yin's Story.
