"Kid, get up!" Spring demands shaking me.
"C'mon we're running out of time," he adds. He forcefully pulls the schedule from pocket. I wipe my eyes of sleep yawning.
"I'm up, I'm up," I tell him standing. He looks at the schedule muttering to himself. I go to him standing on my tiptoes to see the schedule.
"Alright, we have one window of opportunity," he says, "but it's gonna be difficult,"
"It's after our time limit,"
"But Spring how?"
"We'll hide you in the cell, you just have to trust me," he says.
"I do, I trust you,"
"Good, we've got some time to kill," he says sitting. I sit across from him.
"How are you feeling?" He asks. I sigh.
"To be completely honest, I'm scared,"
"Me too, kid,"
"I mean, once I get out there where am I supposed to go?" I ask. We didn't talk about that part.
"As far from here as you can possibly get but I would stay away from any cities."
"Okay," I nod.
"Did you get everything you need?"
"Yes except for the gloves,"
"That's fine,"
Olliver runs into our cell holding up his pants with both hands.
"Don't fun baby," I tell him.
"Sorry,mama,"
"It's alright, save your energy,"
"I got them, mama, the bandaids," he signs pulling them from his pants. I smile.
"Thank you baby."
He nods sitting next to me. Spring and I exchange glances before going silent. There's nothing either of us can say to each other right now and that's okay.
YOU ARE READING
Yin's Story
HorrorA small child of about eight years old is thrown into a prison camp nicknamed The ScrapYard by all the inmates. There she must face challenges, tolerate many pains and watch the suffering of everyone around her. This is Yin's Story.