Donor

Chapter 2

Following in the path of the other donors I keep my head down, something which I have learned through out the many years in this prision is to not draw attention to you, other wise you have eyes that watch your every move and analyse every step you take.

The many pairs of footsteps echo throughout the lunch hall as everyone stands in a large line around the perimitor of the room. Others beginning to sit down at the white tables and begin to eat. Queuing up, I repeat there actions. Walking past a machine when it comes to my turn that squeezes mush from a tube and on to my plate.

Once I am seated by myself; just like everyone else I begin to eat, although it's more like playing with my "food".

A tall shadow towers over me from behind. My body stiffens, my limbs become tense as shock takes over my body, not daring to move I stay in the exact same position that I am frozen in. A guard could take me away at any moment now, and I have seen this happen many times before.

Daringly I slowly swivel round my body so I am able to just glance at the person behind me. White cloth hangs low against the hips of the what I assume to be man. This is in no way the presence of a guard, the uniform is different. Who could it be then?

My eyes continue to scan the person upwards, still traveling over the body slowly. A white shirt lays against a strong torso. Finally I am in full view of the persons face. It's not a man, he can't be more than 20.

His jaw line is very fine and creates a wonderful shape to his face. His hair is a dirty blonde and seems to appear quite scruffy but at the same time, tamed and gorgeous. Light blue eyes stare back into my own Hazel ones, they are so pretty, like the blue roses that I had once saw that girl holding.

"You seem shocked" a deep voice laughs slightly. His lips move in such a beautiful way, something that could make anyone want to kiss him.

I stay silent as the boy moves from his position standing before me to the empty seat next to me. Still staying to myself, I continue to watch the boy. This is strange; usually people keep to themselves with the occasional chatter here and there. Although eating by ourselves, being surrounded by the other donors keeps us sane.

"What's with the look?" The boy questions casually, holding his hands up by his side, palm facing me as if he was surrendering from a gun shoot.

I look to both sides of me with a worried look on my face; checking my surroundings before speaking, not that I would get in trouble for speaking, it's just not a normal thing to do here.

"We don't speak" I say barely above a whisper so that only he can hear me. I once again look around me at all the other Donors.

"Why not?" He asks curiously "we talked all the time in ward M" he shrugs his shoulders as if he doesn't fully understand, which he doesn't.

I was hoping that he would get the message of me not wanting to speak by not engaging eye contact and slightly facing away from him. All I really want is to eat my lunch with the silent company of other donors.

Slightly irritated I reply shortly with "we just don't" still in a whisper. He rolls his eyes and leans against the table.

He still doesn't seem to understand that I want him gone because he keeps talking.

"Well that doesn't make sense", I can hear the annoyance in his voice and feel him move.

Turning around I had hoped that he moved further away but he had only leaned against the table even further.

"Everybody's so fucking boring here" he complains loudly so that I and many other people around us can hear, although I think he was saying his thought aloud to himself, rather that targeted at one specific person.

I am slightly taken aback by the use of his language as nobody here tends to speak and if they do it's surely nothing offensive or considered rude. I shrug it off as this boy, as attractive as he may be is not worth my time.

I shuffle away from him slightly as a piece of small paper falls from my pocket and flutters to the ground. Before I am able to pick up the small thing, the boy leans over and grabs it.

I would try and get it off of him but it's nothing important, just a few doodles and scribbles in black pen, something to occupy me in my room.

I can hear the crumpling paper as he unfolds it and flattens it against the table with his palm. He leans over and observes the small thing. A small side smirk is seen as he sees what is on the paper.

After a few silent moments he looks back up at me.

"Thanks" he smiles, seemingly amused. In his hands he holds up the small piece of paper and in the centre of all the small patterns lies the words "I hate boys!" I don't actually know why I wrote those exact words, I guess sometimes I feel strongly about an emotion and just kind of do something with it I guess, as much as I can do in this place anyway. It seems like it was the perfect past emotion to keep in my pocket at this exact time though, a strike of luck some would say.

"I'm sure its not, every boy that you hate." He lightly smiles before grabbing the spoon and shoving the mushy food into his mouth.

"I guess we will see" I say in a spiteful tone while raising my eye brows at him.

I take this as my chance to leave before he tries to start anything else. Leaving my tray I quickly walk off, not turning back around to see his face again before I walk through the lunch room doors and join some other donors that have begun to file out of the room.