Escape

Escape~Ch. 6

Chapter 6

          Gwen’s eyes fluttered open, and she groaned. Wave after wave of aching pain washed over her body. She could feel cold, hard ground underneath her, not helping the throbbing pain pulsing her back and neck and the cold-then-hot feeling pounding in her body. Her head was also killing her.

          “She’s awake!” A voice hissed.

          Gwen started, wincing as her back protested. She slowly blinked, letting her eyes adjust to the lighted room.

          Three teenagers stood in front of her. One had black hair, a tattered blue dress, ice blue eyes, and bruises all over her face, while still looking beautiful—not to mention scarily cold in attitude. She also had a dried bloodstain swiped across her cheek. The other girl… was probably the one that made Gwen feel like she was dreaming. She had neon purple and dark black straight hair, chains, leather and lace adorning her body, and multiple tats running up her neck, legs, and arms. Her bright green eyes surprised Gwen, looking as if she was about to bite somebody. Bruises and a deep cut on her face also were visible. She favored her right leg slightly, turning out her hip and letting her toe touch the ground while her left leg supported all of her weight.

          The last one, the only guy, had black hair and green eyes, his face bruised and cut like the others. His eyes had a sort of detached look about them, which scared Gwen yet again.

          “H-hi?” Her voice came out as a squeak. “How’d I get here?”

          “I don’t know, you tell us,” the girl with the purple and black hair snapped, pain evident in her voice. The other two didn’t seem to notice the undertone of hurt, panic, and weakness in her voice, though Gwen noticed it in a second. Her mother had always joked that Gwen noticed all the little things but nothing in front of her face. That was, before the hardship of poverty weighed her down and instead of the cheery woman, Gwen found a distressed, solemn women with sunken cheekbones and thin, pale, unsmiling lips.

          “I-I don’t remember,” Gwen stammered, tears filling her eyes. She didn’t know—just didn’t know.

          “Oh, seriously, shut up and stop crying,” the ice blue eyed girl rolled her eyes in annoyance. Gwen furrowed her brow as the girl bit her lip and her eyes misted despite her tough stance. Again, no one noticed.

          “Be nice,” the black haired boy muttered, his voice softer than Gwen expected.

          Finally, after an awkward silence, the punk-haired girl stepped forward.

          “I’m Jasmine. Call me Jazz, though, or I’ll bite your fingers off one by one,” she threatened. So, she was right about the biting thing, Gwen thought wryly.

          “I’m Liam,” the guy said.

          “Princess Rebecca,” the ice princess announced, pride evident in her voice. Gwen snickered, and Rebecca frowned. “What?”

          “You’re a princess,” Gwen said in a “duh” tone. “I thought you were just acting like you were better than us.”

          “I am better than you,” Rebecca said, raising her eyebrows as if to say “you didn’t realize that, dumbo?”

          Gwen bit her bottom lip, the weight of not knowing burdening her again. She moved on to the black haired-green eyed boy.

          “I’m Liam,” he murmured, bobbing his head in that ‘sup’ way that guys greeted each other.