dahyun
"hey...hey...little girl..wake up."
my tired eyes slowly opened, adjusting itself to the dim light. my body sprawled on a mattress, my mouth really dry and my voice was hoarse as i spoke.
"where am i?"
the little voice replied moments later, "hell. you're in hell." i opened my eyes fully, realising what she said. turning my head, i was surprised to see a small, petite girl with a cute face. she beamed and voiced, "i'm kidding, we're in boot camp."
boot camp?
using my maximum strength, i hoisted myself upright to view my surroundings.
where the fuck am i?
my eyes landed on nothing but old dusty beds and dirty walls. there was nothing but a few tables and chairs. no colour, just beige. dim lighting caused by the single window on the right wall.
simply put, we were trapped in a box.
"we're in training, it's like an army," the girl spoke after noticing my lack of response. i turned my head to look at her, completely frazzled.
"what? army? i never wanted..the last thing i remember is fighting these people at a gas stati.." my words drifted away as my mind pinpointed something very crucial. someone very crucial.
"wait..where's jimin?" i asked, looking around frantically. 'oh my god, where is he? is he hurt?' i thought, feeling my stomach turn into a nervous pit.
"jimin? oh, you mean your boyfriend? he's in the other section," she said.
"what other section?" i questioned, ignoring the word 'boyfriend.'
"girls and boys can't be together except for lunch," she said, shrugging contently. i blinked, still not understanding my situation. i tried remembering anything that would help..but nothing.
anything..remember anything, dahyun..
then the flick of a lightbulb.
"votty?" i said quietly, tilting my head to the memory of the five letter word plastered on the gang member's jacket. the girl nodded and said, "yeah, votty. that's the name of this place"
"and what exactly is this place?"
the girl seemed a little frustration by my never-ending questions but answered anyway, she said, "this bootcamp strives to teach teenagers how to be 'normal'. we basically learn how to be perfect in this judgemental world."
nodding slightly, i asked again, "is this some kind of detention? or like a juvenile? child prison or something?" she shook her head and replied, "the opposite, really. we put ourselves into this institution, it's completely by choice."
"but.. i didn't want to come here, me and my friend was forced here," i retorted.
"well, that's because you did something bad. our leaders sometimes bring in some kids who've been misbehaving badly. you must have done something pretty mean to make them force you. discipline is what they think you both need, so here you are."
i creased my eyebrows, baffled by her response, i spoke, "we were trying to get away from them because they were fucking trying to rob a store!"
"woah, watch your language. that could take ten noms off," she frowned.
"noms?"
"nom is a point system here, the more points you have, the more perfect you seem and therefore, the sooner you can get out of here," she said, smiling.
i paused, telling her slowly, "you mean..i'm stuck here until i get some number of noms?"
the girl nodded.
"but i can't stay, i need to be somewhere important," i said, thinking to myself, 'now i'm never going to see my dad..i'm never going to prove i'm innocent.'
she noticed my change of expression.
"don't worry, it may seem tough right now but in the end, you'll walk out of here completely brand new! i promise, you'll be fine. i've been here for more than two years and i'm still breathing. by the way, what's your name?" she brought her hand out.
i looked at her hand, shaking it timidly a second later.
"kim dahyun, and you?"
"you can call me momo, nice to meet you..roommate."
i stared at her, smiling slightly.
our little moment was interrupted when a loud bell broke the silent air. momo stood up from her position and dragged me up with her.
"lunch time."
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