Juvenile Delinquents

Grey walls

The first thing I felt was pain. My eyes. My stiff body. Everything and everywhere. I tried to open my eyes but they wouldn't budge. My mind was still cloudy, foggy even, on the events that happened. Every detail that I had planned, every question I had, was answered that night. Damiano was truly working for Jackson. He drugged me with a date rap drug. Gave me doses of it, no doubt. Alexander, his friend, was helping him. Gunner and Huston were most probably involved. But Rebecca? The thought of her siding with Jackson was not an option. She didn't know him. But she knew the boys. Those four boys who I thought were my friends.

     With a final force, my eyes shot open. It was dark. Familiar grey walls surrounded me. The only source of light was from the barred windows. My hand instantly went to my body. The last time I was in that basement, Valentino made me and the girls take off our clothing. My eyes drifted down. Scary Spice. I was dressed in my costume from the Halloween party. Everything that happened truly wasn't a nightmare but a reality. Damino and Jackson.

     They brought me to the source of my nightmares. The only place I hated thinking about. My body slowly started to wake up. The buzzing in my ears gone. The headache non-existent. I was slowly coming back to the my senses as I pushed off the terrible mattress that laid beneath me. The basement was quiet. I couldn't believe the abandon warehouse was still standing. It was no longer occupied with auction or the screams of women. But silence.

     My eyes roamed the area. Grey walls. Those same grey walls that taunted me, tortured me. Haunted me. My past sat in those walls and looking deeper into the wall beside me, our initials were graved into it. As if reminding me of what happened. G.M.W. Stuck in the wall. Stared back at me in mockery. My fingers ran over the carved area. Greta, Melody and Willow. That was the day our kill group began. We became legendary once we got out but our past lead me back to the one place that never left my mind.

     Jackson knew what he was doing. He knew being in that cell would was torture on its own. He was smart, sneaky even. And undermined the three of us. Moving my leg slightly, the sounds of a chain rattling caught me off guard. The heavy silver around my right ankle became clear. I was a prisoner. Following them, the chain led to the end of the wall. Attached to it.

     The sound of a door opening caught my attention, but I refused to look. I knew who it was. He was coming to gloat. Chuckling filled the dark room. Echoing off the walls. A shiver ran down my spin. "Getting comfortable, I see." Jackson said in amusement.

     Sighing, crawled to the end of the bed. "You weren't kidding when you said you'd kill me." I sat in the corner, my body pressed against it. My head hitting the hard brick.

     "Valentino didn't deserve to die." He growled. My eyes closed. I refused to look at him. "It was only fair to kill you in the same place you killed him."

     My mind was still a little cloudy. Trying to process everything but a single question lingered on my tongue. I wanted to make sure I was right and in order to figure that out, I had to ask. "Who are you working with?"

     "You'll see." His voice was low, threatening. Goosebumps rose on my skin. I shivered. "For now, enjoy your new home." Without another word, the sound of the door closing was music to my ears. I knew I was stuck in the cell. There was no where to go. I would be dead when the others find me. And I was alright with that.
***

     Five day.

     I had been in that cell for five days. No connection to the outside world. The same five days of looking at those terrible grey walls. Those same five days that I had found the familiar tiny screw and carved the line into the wall. It was my only source of entertainment. That little screw. I remained on the bed. Cuddled in the corner. Chain around my right ankle. And draw on the wall. Little doodles. Tiny words or designs, simple things to keep me occupied. The light outside helped me. Reminded me that another day went by. Another day that I was stuck in that cell. Another day without food. Another day without water. But most importantly, another day without Jackson.