Broken, Malfunctioned & Forgotten

C H A P T E R S I X T E E N : >>>KRAIT<<<

My body hurts badly, I look to the clock, 9AM and then I sit up as Shade closes the door behind her. I throw the covers off my body and stand, but then I look down, "Where are my clothes?" a mumble breathes as I look around alarmed, but then I notice them on the floor, my arms have scars and bruises as well as the rest of my body, but I should be fully clothed. Heading over near the light golden door, I grip my shirt and throw it on, then I grab the rest but a gasp is leaked from behind me following a door slam. Shade saw me. Shit.

 Pulling on my pants, I head out the door and try to calm her down, "I'm sorry you had to see that." She has her hands covering her face, "You're not half naked anymore, are you?" a nervous laugh follows through as I answer, "No." "Oh, good." She removes her hands from her face before adding, "Your flies are undone," she says in a cheeky tone as I look down in worry, "tricked ya!" Laughter follows through and I chuckle as I look back up.

Her pink dyed hair is curly and resting below her shoulders, her dark skin is glowing even though there's no sun and only dark clouds with strong winds and rain, a smile is bright on her face, her eyes are crystal blue, freckles are spotted all over her nose and some rest on her strawberry cheeks. I then wonder how she can be so cheerful at a time like this, but whenever there's too much negativity, she gets bubbly to break the tension.

 I, honestly, can't relate. My smile returns to a serious note and her bubbly side settles as I speak, "We have to plan." She nods in agreement, "Last night was horrifying, I thought I was going to die," she speaks softly then adds, "I do have one that I planned a few days ago, but as immature as I am, I ditched it." Sadness leaks into her eyes and I sigh sadly. Her plan could've made this all less complicated, but 70% of plans don't go as planned, so we will need a back-up plan.

Before I can say anything, a buzz goes off in my front pocket, someone's calling my phone. Caydence. Her photo has changed. Instead of dyed dark blue hair, her hair is dyed dark red, and her hairstyle is now a death hawk placed into her signature look of two messy buns but with also two shaved sides and some hair near her ears. It looks good on her, but why did she have to change it? Her skin is still pale, her freckles are still there, her green eye is slowly changing to greyish blue. I swipe and hold the phone up to my right ear then say, "Caydence. You only call me in an emergency, what's wrong?" My throat tightens as she answers.