When I wake the next morning -or so I think it's morning- there is a tray filled with food and a stack of new clothes inside my cell.
Though I’m skeptical of the food, the smell makes my stomach rumble, reminding me that I haven’t eaten since eating cake on the beach.
How long ago was that?
How has everything changed in that short timespan?
How-?
I break myself off before I go down that sorrow filled rabbit hole. I know that if I start thinking about…everything, I’ll probably cry my eyes out. Again. Though there probably isn’t anything left to cry out, but I don’t want to find out.
Taking a closer look which reveals that they gave me bacon and eggs. The eggs look and smell like the instant powder eggs that school cafeteria’s give out. The bacon varies from overcooked or almost raw. Then I notice that there’s a cup of what looks like OJ to go with it.
Blegh. I hate orange juice.
Though that probably seems like something I should get over because it doesn’t look like they’ll get me anything else.
I get up from the springy mattress that squeaks when I move and creep towards the tray. Whoever brought it put it right in front of the bars, as if they were too scared to get anywhere near me. I find some comfort that they find me scary. Hopefully it will ward people off from getting too close to me.
When I get in arms reach of the tray I snatch it up and dash back towards the bed. I feel like a little kid that runs from the dark when the final light switch is turned off. One part of me feels ridiculous but then my logical side reminds me that someone could pop out at any time and harm me. I’ll take any safety this little mattress provides, as long as it’s far enough away from any hands.
The food tastes horrible when I finally decide to eat it. At first I just nibbled at the overcooked bacon. It snaps as soon as I bite down and crunches the whole time I chew.
Both the bacon and eggs taste like ash.
I decide to chase the ash flavor away from my mouth with the cup of OJ I haven’t touched. As soon as the first drop of juice touches my tongue I realize I’m so thirsty. I ignore the bitter taste of the juice and finish it in what has to be a record.
I focus on the pile of clothes that was next to the breakfast tray and am surprised to find that the clothes aren’t white like everything else is. Instead of white they chose the other non-color which is black, but I’ll take it as long as I can get out of these wretched white scrubs.
My gaze drifts from the clothes to Ace, who has moved to his own mattress and currently has his back to me. It looks like he’s sleeping, his back is moving up and down evenly, but you can never be too careful when it comes to strange handsome boys.
Then I realize that he doesn’t have a tray with food. Maybe he already ate his? Or did they just not give him one? But why would they do that?
I look at the uncooked bacon pieces they gave me. Maybe I could somehow give them to him? I mean, I know it isn’t the greatest thing to eat but at least it's something.
Grabbing the plate that has the bacon on, I walk over to the bar covered wall. I look down trying to see if there’s an opening somewhere that I can slide the plate under and over to his cell. When I realize that the door has a gap that the plate might fit under, I almost yell in triumph. Then I crouched down, set the plate on the floor, and slid the plate over with as much strength as I can
The plate goes flying across the floor and slides smoothly under Ace’s cell, stopping a few feet away from the bars. Hopefully when he wakes he’ll eat it. Then again he may be as skeptical as I was when I first got the tray.
I swoop down to grab the clothes that still sit where they were when I first woke. The material is soft and stretchy, like athletic wear. Interesting choice of material.
Trying to find somewhere to change will be another obstacle altogether. I could change behind the bathroom wall but I’d still be exposed to whoever walks by if they come from the left. Or I could try to change while still being clothed, though that’s very hard and I don’t think, very efficient.
Guess I’ll have to take the chance with the bathroom wall. I’ll just face toward the far right wall. Yeah, that's what I’ll do.
As I start to move towards the only privacy wall I’ll have in this cell, I feel a breeze brush across my chest.
Wait. Why do I feel it on my chest?
Horror rushes through me, making me feel nauseous. Please tell me they didn’t…
Looking down I confirm my suspicions. I have no bra on.
Great. That’s just fan-freaking-tastic.
Not only did they kidnap me and change my clothes while I was unconscious, but they also removed my bra. They probably got their eyefull, those pervy bastards.
Wait. What if they removed my underwear too?
I checked and was relieved to find they were still there. Thank god.
Changing clothes was a quick process because I didn’t want to give anyone the chance to walk in on me while I was doing so. But I was surprised at the clothes they gave me. The clothes I got were skin tight black leggings and a black sports bra.
Well at least now I had a bra on. Though nothing other than that for my top side. I am so going to kill whoever chose this outfit. As a matter of fact, I’ll kill everyone in this goddamn building.
I was still barefoot though. And my curls are out of control.
Using the sink which only poured ice cold water, I soaked my hair. Hopefully some water will help flatten it. Twisting my hair until the excess water was out, I grabbed my only white shirt and wrapped my hair in it. It was a win-win too, seeing as the shirt hid my white stripe and it’ll help dry my hair.
Finally, I gathered my courage and walked from behind the bathroom wall. First thing I noticed was that the plate was back in my cell though it was cleared of all its contents. Second thing I noticed was Ace staring at me.
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