"AHH!" I wake up to screaming. lol, looks like It took another one. Second one today! Whatever. They're all the same to me. They come, stay for a while, and go. It's not like any of them have actually tried to talk to me before. I guess it's because they find me ( or my knives ) intimidating. But I don't bite.(my knives do though) I crawl down off my bunk, with a knife in my hand, to see who was taken. It was the ratchet girl who thought she was prettier than me. HA! She thought so. Nobody's prettier than me! Except maybe my knives. Close call... "HEY." I'm snapped out of my daydream by a brunette. "I've been trying to get your attention for like 10 minutes now, damn."She says, exasperated. My eyes go wide. Omg, they speak! "What do you want from me?" I glare at her as menacingly as possible. She backs up an inch."I was just wondering if you knew why the ceiling opens up like that, and where the girls go." I sharpen my knives against each other casually. "What makes you think I'd know anything more about that than what you know?" She's beginning to look annoyed now. Good. "Well you seem to have been here longer than anyone else, so I figured there was no harm is asking, right?" She says as she goes back to her bunk, away from me. Shit. I decide to be nice for a change. "Sorry, I don't know. By the way, what's your name? I'm Catalina." I extend my hand and she shakes it, smiling at me. "I'm Mercedes, nice to meet you."
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Our Stay With It
Humor8 girls, 1 cabin, and a shit ton of drama. Sometimes she would ask herself why. Why was there desire in her cold black heart, but no movement in her dying body? She should just do the deed for herself and end her miserable existence. But her conscie...
