Who do I trust

The first night.

My first night was the hardest, I felt as if I was that South African icon that we once read a story about back in high school history that fought for the blacks with other comrades and was imprisoned in an island jail...I think his name was Nelson Mandela. The hard walls that surrounded all four sides of the room were cold, the cracked floor was like smashed bottle glasses, my legs started to hurt because of standing...when I looked down in the dark, I saw my feet and I had no shoes on, I started gazing at the other girls and they had no shoes too.

The room felt as if ghosts were whispering, the bed was in a bad condition and we were all shy to talk to each other, but it was only a matter of time before we could exchange words, see; there was only one bed and there were three of us, so that gives rise to an obligation to communicate with one another and see who will sleep on the bed and who the other three who would hurt their bodies laying on the damaged floor then getting to contact the cold breeze coming in under the door. I then slowly lifted my head and the focus of my eyes from their feet to their heads, and smiled like an idiot, I remember dad saying that the smile waves before the hand could...Then I gave my greetings to everyone "hey guys, I know the situation we find ourselves in is very difficult, no one would love to meet in such circumstances, but anyways let's get to know each other and maybe we can figure out how we got here. I will start, so my name is Elizabeth and I'm from

Binghamton in New York it's nice meeting you all" The other girl at the back started to cry and we all stared at her, the other girl closest to her hugged her and told her to stop crying but she was too emotional and she seemed like the kind of person who would throw tantrums all around, she removed the arms of the girl who was trying to comfort her around her shoulders as she pushed her back and shouted while looking at me "how can you be so casual about this issue that we are facing? We need to get out of here, don't act strong as if you're our revolutionary leader...if you don't have a way out of this hell hole we are in, don't create small talks." She then looked back at the girl who was trying to hug and comfort her and said "hey you, are you a psychotherapist or what? Don't you know it's rude to lay your hands around someone without their approval?" Her words, attitude and actions reflected to me that she had signs of being scared, the third girl was just standing at the corner with her mouth shut, she striked me as an introvert, before I went to varsity and transacted into an ambivert, I used to be an introvert...so I know all the sign, that's when I looked back to the other girl who had asked me a question and responded in a polite manner "fighting any of us won't help you in anyway, we are locked up as you...remember? So, the more we stick together the more we raise our chances of getting out of here alive, remember 'a bundle of sticks is stronger to break than one stick', so your names will be a great start." She then wiped away her tears using her hands and looked at me "my name is Jennifer, Jennifer Anist...I'm from

Brooklyn New York". Then the girl who was pushed away by Jennifer introduced herself "hey everyone, first I would love to apologize to Jennifer for laying my hands on her and trying to comfort her, it's just that I don't love it when people are in a sad mood, I talk a lot, I love seeing smiles around me and life...so I think I over stepped my boundaries and would love to say I'm sorry, anyways I'm pleased to know you all, my name is Katherine scotts and I'm from Queens." Now there was only one girls left to introduce herself, the girl I had written off in my mind as an introvert, she stayed in the shadows and we all glanced at her and she spoke only 5 words "hey...I'm Grace, from Binghamton." when she said "Binghamton" something struck my heart and I jumped real quick, considering we are from the same town there could be a possibility we knew each other, I then asked her "can you step forward Grace, I can't see you clearly." She then slowly and slightly leaned forward, but that was enough for me to notice her, they say when you are anxious the mind quickly Identifies things. She looked familiar but I didn't remember her quite well, then Jennifer suddenly said "well we now know each other, what's our plan to escap..." just before she could pronounce "e" to finish up the word "escape" for her sentence my gazing had worked for the better as I shouted in joy "you're Grace October, the girl from my former nigh school right? You went with Jessica to the same class and you were two grades ahead of me, right?" I was hoping I was right, that would make my heart to beat in peace. She was shocked and responded with her eyes wide open as if an electric socket had struck her "are you little Lizzy? Jessicas sidekick?" I responded with nods and a wide smile "that's me, I'm glad you recognized me." I could only recognize Grace because of her paler skin tone (from the other white girls) and when hearing the name "Grace" the last name "October" came to mind...see Grace was always the one getting picked on at school, even if I was younger than her, I could see that. Jessica would always come to her rescue and after saving her she would say "Remember Ms October, I'm the November of your life" as we laughed by and left.

Jennifer was angry because I got into her mouth before she could finish her sentence and Katherine with her loud voice hollered "this is a great union, but let's focus on what we are facing now, we are all exhausted and there's only one bed, who will sleep on it?" Jennifer jumped into the question and said the only logical thing she had said that night "let's all sleep on the floor and get the same treatment." we all agreed on it and went to sleep, we were exhausted and who knew what the next day had for us, my mind had questions for Ms October.