My Life?

At the Entrance

Hey guys, get use to it, I'm gonna say thanks every chapter. So deal with it!! Anyways, ThAnK yOu. hope you enjoy this chapter, cuz it might get a little weird, K? ok, Please enjoy it.

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"Open up!"

The door opens. I feel like there's a 200 pound man sitting on my chest. I don't know why I'm so nervous! Maybe it's the fact that, huh, I don't know, I might never see a park and the sea again! I love both of those places. Suddenly, the door opens.

"Want d'ya want Georgy?" says a man with a cigarette in his mouth.

"I want to do my job," says George, he sounds annoyed. "She needs to get in. Her brain is very advanced."

"Well," says Oliver calmly, "at least she doesn't remember who she is. That would've been bad for business. Killing off a girl like that."

"Ya," agrees George, "Boss would have hated us again, or fired us. Maybe both. Well either way, It didn't happen. So can we come in?"

I don't believe my ears! Why? Why were they talking like I wasn't there? Why did they sound like they did that before with dozens of others? What did they mean bye "again"? Why were they acting so natural? Why? Just, why?

"Ya," says the man, still holding the cigarette in his teeth. Pretty calm about what he just heard. "Come on in. And folks, Dolly is awake."

They all look at me and Oliver shrugs, the other man keeps looking back and forth, and George simply says:

"We know, we don't mind, pretty quiet one, am I right?"

Oliver gives him a wordless grin and nods. The cigarette man gives me one more look, takes the cigarette out of his mouth, (finally) and looks forward with nothing else to say. I'm guessing this place has high security if they don't mind that I'm awake. That's really the only thing on my mind right this second.

We'd gone through various rooms and hallways.

We went through what I think was the kitchen; it was dirtier than a racoon. Smelled like one too. It had spider webs and greenish grease everywhere. Pots, pans, unwashed dishes everywhere as well spray paint on the walls and broken tiles on the floors. It was very yucky.

We went through the dining hall, and it wasn't too bad for a room with 3 book-sized windows! Not too bad for a place where you're normally supposed to sit at a table with a chair. Believe me when I say it had none of that! No furniture whatsoever!

And Finally, we went through what they called a great hall. It was exactly like the dining hall, but much bigger, and with 4 extra windows. And of course, a stage with a microphone, no 2.

"Ok lassy," says the cigarette guy, finally, "welcome to your new home sweety."

"And we'll check on you in a few days." says George.

"Oh and find a corner, they're the best" yells cigarette man before the doors close. But they do.

So here I am, laying in this place, and when I turn my head; I see about 20 to 40 people staring at me. I feel like I'm naked in the streets. All I do is look up and try to yank myself free. The good news is that my nails are long and sharp, and this is just rope. So that means that I can probably get out.

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After a dayI'm free, all of the people are sleeping or staring, so I slowly get up, untie my legs, and find a corner. I take the stuff the cigarette guy gave me and try to stay as unseen as I can. Obviously, that doesn't work because as soon as I take my gaze off of the floor, I see so many people glaring, looking, judging. It's hard not to yell 'STOP IT!' or 'I would like it if you'd turn away', all that'll do is cause more attention. But I can take anything in this dump. At least I think so.