Distorted

Chapter ten, the nostalgia.

Ticking of the clocks and twitching of the machines' hands all work together to accomplish greatness for some, but also, to accomplish misery and poverty for another.

Acidic rain pours down on each muddy shoulder and the steamy air suffocates every breathing lung. When you're at the depth of hell, you can never tell what heaven is. And that's why hardly anyone rebelled. They thought that this is mercy, that the few coins their masters threw monthly at them were a heavenly gift they are grateful for, Its their well that keeps them pumping life into a dead world in hope to create a new lively one.

Back at the dorm room where Merit lied on her bed holding an old notebook, a diary, that belonged to someone she feels she could remember. The noise of the happy girls made her ears buzzing and there was nothing sh can do to silent them, they were her source of annoyance, but also, her reason to compete.

"Jackson is a very familiar name. Even the cover itself looks familiar. Do you agree, Mechi?" Merit asked Mechi who popped up out of her pocket to see it. He twitched his head right and left reading through the few words on it, he then looked at her and gave a nod of agreement.

"Can't you remember it?"

"A little bit I think.."

"Well, it was in your bag before you came here."

Merit tightened her eyes and kept squeezing her head hopefully till she remembered it, and quickly, she hit her head with her palm. "Yes! I stole it with the man's bag!" She said, going through the pages quickly to refresh her memory.

"But..How did it get here?" She asked Mechi.

"You must have had it since you came here..You just don't remember."

"What's wrong with my memory these days? Ugh" She said, "Hopefully next time I'll open this cupboard to find a family as well." She laughed but Mechi couldn't laugh as well..It wasn't a type of joke to laugh to.

"Let's read it?" She asked Mechi but but before he could answer her, the dorm room door was kicked upon quickly as two guards and the main instructor got in.

All the girls had their mouses tightly shut as they Jumpd off their beds and stood straight.

The instructor was a fearsome lady who was known to have a huge collection of leashes in her office that left quite a remarkable sign on each of these girls, she was huge and fat and wore a manly suit that seemed as if she was about to burst out of it, she tightly pulled her hair backward in a ponytail that showed her withdrawing hairline and at last, glasses decorated this grim face.

"I'll cut straight to the point." She said with her thick voice that pierced through everyone's ears.

"One of you, a little filth in here, Faked her signing to her last mission and her acquired items are nowhere to be found, I wonder which one of you dared to do that" The instructor moved slowly among the beds looking at each girl deep in her eyes with suspension and disgust. Merit wasn't afraid. She knew it wasn't her fault, and it wasn't the first it happened.

"I'll give you a minute to come out." She said, standing at the door and holding her pocket watch, and as the minute started, all girls started to look at each other, sweating and stuttering nervously waiting for the girl, which they all apparently knew, to come out.

They all looked at here. A brown-haired short one with bright hazel eyes. She hesitated to take the first move as the instructor kept counting the remaining ten seconds.

"10..9...8.."

As the girl felt the pressure break her apart, she took the first step, but, it was futile as another one took two steps ahead of her. It was Lydia.