Remember <On Hold>

Waking

Ferns POV

It's been about two days since I got my angel wings. That's what I like to call them. Make them seem more comforting, not just these blood stained feathery things on my back.

I stood up and brushed off my clothes. It was just after lunch, and I had been thinking a lot. Its as if I had... woken up. I finally realize that I need to strategize ways to escape. If I broke the bars here, then I could get up to that vent there,... no, there wouldn't be enough time to go back down for Adam. Yes, I included him in the plan. Some part of me... well, just couldn't part with him.

I walked over to him, he was currently curled up, knees to his forehead.

"Hey, are you ok?" I asked, concern in my voice.

"Better than you." He snapped. That hurt.

"We'll get out of here. I promise." I said reassuringly. I went to the south wall and sat against it, thinking. Why is he so mean all of a sudden? That's not the point. The point is, we have to get out. One way, or another. What's one thing you're good at, Fern? I thought about that for awhile. Then it came to me. Poems! And so, I started writing. In couplets, of course. With the piece of graphite I managed to pick up from an old pencil, and some scraps of paper, I was set to go. There is a vent that sucks in air, an blows it out, not too far from the cage. So I will write clues in the poems, and hopefully they will make it to the right person, I thought. Then I started to write.

Today is the day we shall wait,

Every day until our fate.

And each day we live in fear,

Minecrafters, we hold you dear.

Can you find us, cold and scared,

Reach us before we aren't spared.

After dawn we sent a note,

For you are our only hope.

The initial way to speak to you,

Ending with a final clue.

Death awaits, make it fast,

Hurry the clues, we can't last.

Ebbing sparks that were once light,

Let us out, we're losing the fight.

Please hurry, we're dying here,

Unsure of what is near,

Surely you know what we fear.

There! All finished. I will send one note each night, so that the guards won't get suspicious. (If you can figure out what the clues say, please comment!). I got up and streched. It must be about nighttime, I thought. Since the scientists took away my bat wings, it seems they took my bat senses too. I walked over to Adam, and nudged him with my shoe.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"Does it look like I'm ok?" He snapped back. Then a look of realization came on his face as I stared at him blankly, but not by choice."Oh sorry, I didn't mean-"

"No, it's ok," I said. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Its not like I have any feelings or anything." I said snapped. It was true though. I walked back to my corner and looked down at my purple hoodie, which was strewn out on the floor since I can't really wear it with wings. I had my one shirt, my navy-blue owl shirt, on. I felt so gross though. I had a headache, my hair was all tangled, I had dirty bruises and cuts all over my body, and I desperately needed a shower. Glancing back at Adam, I could tell he had the same qualities about him. We really need to get out soon! I just hope the notes will work.