That gives me two minutes, hopefully, to get out of here. I tie the bedsheets to the door, hoping it's strong enough and I start out the window. Just as I'm about to shimmy down the sheets to the open window, the door is pushed open. I shimmy down faster when a head pops out the window. I look up and relief ebbs through my system.
"So I nurse you back to life and this is the thanks I get?" Cameron asks, a trace of humor in his voice.
I shake my head and climb back up. When I finally climb back into the room I'm met with 4 out of 5 frowning faces. I cringe and before I know it I'm rambling.
"My plan wasn't to shimmy out and hope for the best. I was going to climb into the open window on the third floor. Then I was going to try and salvage supplies from a vending machine that I found somewhere in the hospital. They all have one. I was going to be out of here in three minutes flat, I swear." I say all that in one breath. Micheal shakes his head, dissapointed in my plan. He looks at his brothers.
"I think the pain from her wound might have caused her inability to think of a better plan." Jake says thoughtfully, looking at me but not speaking to me.
"It was probably her nerves, she always let's them get the best of her. Then she act on her instincts and adrenaline instead of thinking things through. We might have to teach her how to control her emotions again." Tony adds. This statement led to a full discussion of what my next training session would be on. I sigh and sit defeatedly on the brown armchair.
"We decided they won't speak about your simulation yesterday. They really feel bad about how it turned out and don't want to dwell on it so you don't get PTSD." Cameron says, sitting on the floor near me.
"It's a little too late for that." I say, rolling my eyes. "How did they say I did."
"To be fair, you did start swinging and hopping on tree branches like you were Tarzan. Which lead to your broken rib cage and damaged liver." I sigh and watch them plan.
I fell asleep at some point during the boring conversation, most people would be interested to know what their next physical injuries would be caused by. I couldn't have cared less, their 'training sessions' were the disdain of my life. I do them though, so they can sleep a bit more peacefully at night.
I was woken by mumbling and soft murmurs. Slowly opening my eyes, I look over in the direction of the whispers. I see my brothers, huddled together on the floor. Focusing intently, I just hear snippets of their conversation.
"Next time we shouldn't be far away."
"The tree hopping thing wasn't that bad, we should train her more in that."
"Let's we let's make her fight four..."
"Von, what now?" I don't see my brother, but the ring rings he always wears around his neck shimmer in the dark. He sits isolated, in the corner of the room. Pregnant silence follows Jake's question. Next I hear a sniff, shuffling and a door closing.
The rest of the night is silent, I'm not sure whether or not I'm alone. I have a vague feeling that I am though, the heaviness that usually accompanies the presence of my brothers is no longer there. The heaviness didn't completely leave the room, it was there, in a large amount. It was just even heavier when her brothers were around.
With a long and heavy sigh I close my eyes, drifting off to a deep and troubled sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Female
Teen FictionDress like a boy. Talk like a boy. Walk like a boy. You must be a boy, don't blow it. Keep your head low, if they find out your a female... Your as good as gone.
