The Living Experiment. Books1-3

Chapter 4: Frustration.

I woke up thinking I had heard a kind of clicking sound, opening my eyes slowly and lifting my head, I found the fire being almost completely dead, I looked around to see everyone else still asleep.

Groaning in annoyance at the idea of feeding the fire and using my precious energy to look after others, I simply moved myself into a better position on my side, curled up to maintain my warmth, my chains and shackles rattling slightly as I do so.

"They can freeze their butts off all I care." I mumbled while I shut my eyes only to hear brunches from above move slightly with some snapping of weaker and smaller branches.

Ignoring and brushing off the noises around me, only I soon realized there was no breeze, no other noise and nothing strong enough to shift any tree branches.
I rolled onto my back as I pulled my sleeping bag up further, holding it tight around me.

Opening my eyes slightly I looked up through the canopy above trying to spot what could make the trees branches groan more, but to no avail. my eyes could not adapt to the darkness while the fire pit gave off the miniscule glow of it's dying life.

Shrugging off the noise i returned my gaze back to the dying fire in front of me, my eyes began to get heavy once more. What only seemed like moments of having my eyes shut as I seemingly lived a fantasy, I felt something grab my right shoulder and causing me to see the sight of sharp teeth dug into the skin of my shoulder.

"Get off I'm not food!" I screamed, my leg kicking up as I went to run and opened my eyes, finding the other woman in the group looking down at me as a guy who accompanied her stood hunched over in pain as he hobbled away.

The woman's blonde hair was done up in a plat, her fringe trimmed in a way so that it sat out of her face without help. The simple sight of her made me feel as though I would be looking at my mother if she had been the one to wake me. If only I knew who my mother was.

"What the hell were you dreaming about?" I looked up the woman in confusion, I then remembered that I had been dreaming, one that had suddenly turned into a thrilling nightmare that got my gut turning.

"Nothing important enough to share." I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I let out a yawn before proceeding to dry the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand.

"You said something was on you?" I looked over to find Mackie giving me a weird look as he made his way over, only to soon frown slightly when making eye contact with me.

"She really is a child if she's waking up screaming like one." Bradley had spoken up, butting in on the conversation, the woman gave an annoyed side glance to them both in reaction, she then gave a slight smile before turning away and picking up her gear.

I packed myself up and began to roll my sleeping bag up. "I'm 17 dickhead... I think i am." I finished packing my things up then turned to the smoldering fire pit, kicking dirt over it's ashes and coals to make sure it wouldn't start up again. "So your just immature then."

I heaved my bag on to my back and turned around, made my way over to Bradley so he was just inches away from me. "I might be immature but it doesn't make you any less of the brain dead douche bag than you act like."

"You don't know when to keep your mouth shut do you bitch?." Bradley had a serious tone in his voice as he grabbed onto the front of my shirt, pulling me upwards to his height.

Reactively I grabbed his wrist, "your going to stretch my shirt dickhead!"
Bradley frowned more as his shoulders stiffened and his face went a little red.
"Your shirt is the least of your worries idiot."

"That's enough!" Sergeant Knox yelled in our direction, halting everyone in their tasks, especially Bradley from trying to throttle me into next week.

"She has the right to defend herself if you cross any boundaries with her! Or if you throw the first punch. Fighting her is the last thing you will ever do and your feeding into her taunts." An ever growing intense silence grew as I stared up at Bradley with a slight smile, anticipating a possible fight and a reason to lash out.