The Enhanced

Chapter Seven

I want sleep, I'm exhausted, but I also need a shower. Exhaustion wasn't something my body was accustomed to so I drag myself to the lifts and wait what seems like an eternity for one to make its way down. Luckily it's empty so I step on, choose my floor and sink to the ground. My legs needed to rest.

The light ding of the lift as it reached me floor, wakes me up from my state of sleep. I pull myself up and slowly make my way down various corridors towards the showers.

I turn the last corner and limp into the bleach smelling room. There is no noise but the odd dripping of a slightly uncalibatrated faucet. I grab a towel and strip off before putting the clothes in my watertight cupboard.

I step into the small cubicle and turn the warm water on. I lean back against the wall as hot water beats against my body in the most satisfying manner.

There was a thirty minute timer on the showers and so they automatically switched off exactly thirty minutes after being turned on. For a hot water it was even less, twenty minutes.

Of course, you could just turn it back on but they kept tabs on everything around here I had heard more than one story of people losing free time for spending too long in the showers. Apparently they were on a strict budget from the government and didn't want to waste it on 'unnecessary luxuries'. Though I didn't know hygiene was so insignificant.

I shake my hair out and pat it dry with my towel followed by my body before slipping back into my clothes. I had only worn them for an hour or two, it didn't bother me that they weren't completely fresh.

My hair was starting to get longer than I liked. It was way past shoulder length and dangerously close to my hip at this point. We had the option to have our hair cut every six weeks for practicality purposes, though we were all given a choice it was known that they preferred our hair shoulder length. Not short enough to be unmanageable and get in eyes and mouths, but long to be tied back in a quick ponytail.

I would definetely take the chance to cut it as soon as that opportunity arose. They never allowed us near scissors or knives unsupervised, apparently being trained mercenaries meant we couldn't be trusted with weapons unless they saw it a fit situation. The problem was I could make a weapon out of the anything. I didn't need a blade to kill someone.

I make my way back to my room and strip off, flopping into bed. I don't even have to check my clock to know it's probably too early to be considering sleep. Most people were probably either eating dinner, grabbing a quick shower or getting some work done. No one was asleep at this time.

It was barely seven. But I wasn't hungry and I doubted any of my teachers would have given me any new assignments during my extensive hospital stay so really I had nothing to do but sleep. Happy with my argument, I click my light off and slip underneath the covers ready for sleep.

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I hate waking up. Always have, always will. It's like you're inbetween tiredness and energy and both your body and mind are so confused as to what's going on exactly, and you just need to hope that you realise you need to get up before both your body and mind agree that you need more sleep.

I blink the sleep away from my eyes and open them to my light grey ceiling. It is dark but in a windowless room, that means absolutely nothing. I glance to my left at my clock with the red, blinking numbers. I'm sure I wasn't woken by an alarm though I could be wrong.

3:52AM

Great. It's too late to go back to sleep, I'm usually up and ready by five and I by now my body was far too alert to fall back asleep. I have a sigh and swing myself out of bed. I could get in an early workout before my morning shower and breakfast.