I stepped out of a vehicle with my both hands cuffed. I knew i could break them but I didn’t even try. I didn’t even care anymore. The soldiers walked me across the whole base. It felt like I was walking miles to my little cell. The soldiers had to go through a series of identification trials. From what i saw there were five levels. I was required to stay in a cell that was in level five. The higher the level the tighter the security. Apparently level five was used for people who could potentially be a huge threat to the government, whereas level one prisoners were seen as low threats. Once we arrived to my cell the soldiers uncuffed me and tossed me in. I slightly turned my head and gave them a cold disgusting look. This angered the soldier and he kicked me in my guts. when I layed on the ground in agony he let out a small chuckle and spit on my face. The soldier walked out and locked my cell.
“These kids need to learn some damn respect. They’ve got it way too easy” one guard said under his breathe.
But what he didn't know was that I went through a hell that he has never experienced before in his life. I paid no mind to him. I slowly got on my knees, and stood up. I noticed I was bleeding right where the soldier kicked me. I decided I wouldn’t make a big deal of it and i just crawled to my little bed. Deeply, I hoped that I would bleed to death before I was forced to do anything else. I slowly closed my eyes, took a deep breath and went to sleep. But my luck was just starting to get worse.
