In Her Waking [Formerly Breathe . . .]

Chapter 6

The day before Elmonde showed me to my new room. It was in what she termed the worker prison. I didn't take it that seriously, after all every one of them who stayed there seemed extremely nice.

I woke up to the sound of my head banging and my guts drumming.

A particular song had been ringing violently inside my ears.

It took some time to realize where the sound was coming from but when I did I made sure I angrily banged it's snooze button.

After writing my alarm clock 's fate, I took to the shower and listened to the water drops pitter-patter on my back. It helped me to try and forget that I was now a prisoner in the strange world of El Amores.

Minutes after putting on under garments and deodorants I opened up the wardrobe and looked at the clothes some other workers brought in as their work uniform.

White.

Everything in there was white.
I swore if I got out of this mess and see another white object again then I would rip it to pieces.
I picked out one of the jumpsuits in there and sighed.

I had my reasons for not liking white clothes.

Number one: The universal reason why women all over the world despised white bottoms and also because I did not like blending in with all of the lights and the walls of this place.

I stared dissaprovingly at the attire. It would look good on me but it was still a no-no.

I reluctantly put it on and left the room. Elmonde had already been patiently waiting for me at the hallway.

"Took you long enough. You would have looked pretty in this if it wasn't the same thing everyone was wearing." She said.

"Good morning to you too." I replied.
This time she had had taken time to put her hair in an up brush.

I couldn't help but notice Elmonde was wearing something different from mine though her clothes were still white.

"Your clothes are different." I said.
"Tch... what I wouldn't give to wear something with colour." She replied.
I laughed a bit,the same question still bothering my curiosity.

We made it past several hallways and lobbies before we got to the workhouse.

It felt like I was going to be relieving Oliver Twist. The workhouse was the same large building we came to yesterday and the first place we met with Elmonde 's step father.

Elmonde took me to an extremely huge room.
What was with this place?
Everything was always white and huge.

"See you later Hanna!" Elmonde said leaving me at the entrance. I pulled her back by her hand.

"And where do you think you're going young lady?" I asked.

"Well,you have your job and I have mine?" She said.

That Must 've explained our difference in dress codes.

"You can't possibly leave me here?" I said to the teenager.

"Why not?" Elmonde asked.

"For starters I have no idea how I got here,no idea why I am here,no idea how to do my so called job and to top everything up I am absolutely clueless about what it is about!" I ranted.

Elmonde patted my head.

"You're an old person,you'll figure it out! Haven't you heard the saying parents know the answer to everything?" She said.