White, Jasmine. Cell block 632, b.
Food. What a thing to miss... Come on Jasmine, admit you miss the food too.... But I don't... Ok, I do, but I miss the trees more! No, you don't, you miss food more. AAAHHHRRRGGG!!!!!
She sat thinking this while staring at the meager dinner provided for her. A block of food, most likely protein filled. She picked it up and bit into it. It tasted horrible, but it kept her alive.
What also kept her alive was the thought of people. She had never been on friendly terms with most people, yet these here were so like her. She was so open with them, it surprised her. Maybe it was just the change of setting, the quickness that had her like that, Jasmine didn't know. The only people she had ever been close to were her mother, Matt and his mom, Julie.
Her mind shifted to memories, like the times she and Matt had snuck out of the city by climbing over the ten foot wall that surrounded the city, or when Julie, who had insisted on Jasmine calling her that, instead of the regular title Ms.,Mrs., or other 'drivel,' as she called it, had baked Jasmine's favorite pie, even though it used up her sugar rations for the month.
That got her back to the subject of food, and the tasteless lump of food in her mouth. She resisted the urge to spit it out, but swallowed it. She looked at the rest of the chewy bar on her plate, a very unwelcome sight after the thoughts about apple pie. She decided to eat it anyway, and let her mind drift to thoughts of the tunnel. She had not gone in the tunnel after she had talked to Reyna, as Jasmine didn't know if they would be meeting again in the gathering room. Apparently, they weren't going to.
Ok, so after every test, we will spend a day in our cells. This is good.
She tried to finish off the bar, but just looking at it made her want to vomit. She didn't want to try to eat it, lest she would. She put the remaining bar back in the disappearing slot, which closed immediately. She flopped on her bed, knowing the lights would go out any minute. Tomorrow would be another test, and wouldn't get to go in her hidey-hole anymore. Unless.....
No, bad idea. If you stay in there, they will know that you found the vent and will a: close you up in there, or b: shut it up and you will never be able to get in it again. But.... NO BUTS ABOUT IT! NO, NO, NO!!!
Rest little mind, Jasmine told the two arguing parts of her mind, you don't know what's coming at you tomorrow.
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Try as she could, Jasmine could not sleep. No matter what she told her brain, it would not shut down and sleep, but kept going through memories, thoughts, tastes and images. She finally sat up and acknowledged her sleepless brain. She rubbed her face and wondered how she would fall asleep.
Can we scare someone? Please? Please? Please?
Ok, bad idea, any other ideas?
Nope! Just that one. Please?
ALRIGHT! If after it I can get some sleep, OK?
Yup! Sure! Anything!
Alright, here we go. Jasmine stood up, which made her dizzy. She, as she always had to do, moved the bed away from the wall. She did not have to take the panel off, as in her spare time that afternoon, she fully detached it from the wall and laid it under her bed. Jasmine cursed as she stepped on one of the screws. So that's where it went. She didn't focus on the pain long, but crawled into the dark tunnel. Man, it seem darker in here than in my room. That just isn't possible, my room is pitch black, how could pitch black be pitchier? She stopped for a moment. Man, my thoughts are going wild... I need some sleep.
She turned left, for the first time in the tunnels, towards Ande's cell. It was a short journey; she didn't want to make a long one to the other side of the cells. Jasmine stopped, there was a bit of light shining in to the tunnel. Huh, maybe the rooms are lighter than the tunnel... I need to find out how that is possible. She ignored the thought and put it aside for later. She started speaking softly into the cell.
"Ande.... Ande..." Jasmine called in the same creepy voice that she used on Brendon earlier that day. She heard nothing, so therefore, tried again. Still no response. Again, she tried, but louder this time, and heard movement... and a muffled voice.
"Ande..." she tried for a fourth time, and got a clear response she would never repeat in front of Julie.
"...WHAT?"
Jasmine decided to try the tactics she had used with Brendon. "I have come for you..."
"What is that supposed to mean?" He yelled. "Who are you?"
"Why... your little bear." Jasmine said with sudden inspiration. She heard something hit the wall, slide down and thud against the floor, presumably, the bear. "I don't like being cut up you know. It hurts something awful."
"Well, then I guess you deserve more!" Feet hit the floor, which walked over to retrieve the bear from the floor. Jasmine then heard sounds she wasn't expecting to hear. It was the cutting up of the bear, with a knife. She had been around knives enoungh to know that there was one in the cell, cutting up a poor defensless teddy bear.
She shivered. He really could have ripped me to shreds that first day... The thought was cut short. Ande was jumpping around in the cell. The reason for this was unknown to Jasmine, but she suspected it was to further kill the inanimate object. I think I'll get out of here now, enough stuffing shed for one night... She wiggled backwards into her own cell.
Well, I think that scared me more than it did him. Great idea, now will you let me sleep?
Yes, we scared him, now sleep.
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Hey guys, Annabeth... Sorry this chapter is so short. Ordinarily it would be longer, but I am still trying to get over the loss of a friend. That kind of threw a wrench in writing for a bit.
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