Identification numbers 1o2, 1o3 and 1o4

Entry #2

Guards have come in with needles of sorts filled with a black liquid. They makes us line up and put the needles into our arms. I can see the kids struggle and and cry out as the guards draw numbers into their skin. When they get to me I do not struggle or cry, I will not give them the pleasure, I control my emotions and make my face blank, they do not like that and are rougher to me, but I do not care, Gunn tells me I should be more careful, as he staunchs my bleeding arm, I tell him he worries too much, he just glared at me and said

"At least I do it for her." nodding at Hattie.

Hattie is siting in a corner just like she has ever sense we woke up here, I can see tears dripping down her face. The three of us are a kind of a family, I'm brave but headstrong and I'm usually kind to everyone unless they mean to my family then they had better say their prayers, Gunn is brave, sweet, and smart but he worries so much, and Hattie... well she's been hurt so much and she is allways afraid that she will lose us just like she lost her first family so she starts crying easily, and because I get hurt so often she just cries a lot more. Oh dang it! I mutter getting up and going over to her

"Hey, Hattie.", I say siting down next to her, she whimpers and buries her head in my shoulder sobing, I put my arms around her comforting her, Gunn came over and wraped us both in a hug, I snuggled in to the hug, Gunn's hugs allways make me feel better I'd never admit it but I always felt safer with his arms around me, I guess Hattie felt that way too because she stoped sobing. We stayed that way until we fell asleep all piled together, warm and comforted by the others prescence.