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BANG BANG BANG
"Wake up Jozzy, big day!" Garret hollered, his fist pounding on the wall of my little cell. He did this every morning I was surprised his voice hadn't gone hoarse. I groaned and grabbed my limp and thin pillow out from under my head, slamming it over my face.
Maybe if I press the pillow hard enough I'll suffocate myself and I could leave this stupid cell with its rats scurrying in the walls, which they try to make look pretty by putting up some ugly wallpaper that was white at one point I'm sure.
I could hear chuckling coming from outside my door, the sound of it made me cringe and a shiver raced down my spine, which I'm sure he saw, seeming the don't supply blankets or even sheets here.
I knew it was Garret, or Gary, my guard of 3 months. Gary is the only guard I actually like. Syke! He is horrid to be honest with you. Sometimes, when you actually show personality, they keep you in your cell for meals that day. When that happens to me, he makes sure I see him spit into my food. I got used to it by now and I've learned to eat around it. Little does he know I spit in his coffee. Take that!
"Get up and out of that bed before I shoot you." He said as I heard the safety of his gun unlocking. I rolled my eyes, typical Gary, he knows better. I slowly rolled onto my opposite side and glared at the blonde, my eyes narrow and menacing.
"Like you have the guts to shoot me." I said mockingly, challengingly. He snorted and I watched as the gun returned back to his belt.
"Believe me honey, it takes all my self control not to." He said cockily. I raise an eyebrow and sit up, swinging my legs over the edge and jolting as the cold floor hit the bottoms of my feet. He chuckles softly, seeing my discomfort and I stick out my tongue at him. "I sometimes think losing my job would be worth it." He said to himself, but I knew he wanted me to hear it.
"I'll be back in five minutes to come and get you for breakfast." He said turning to leave. I growled as I laid back down before literally rolling out of bed. My body went rigid when I hit to the floor with a yelp and I swear I heard Gary's hearty laugh from down the hall. As I performed my daily routine, my mind wandered else where, to where life was so much better than what it is now.
My name is Joslyn Trey, I'm 15 years old and I was raised with very little money. My parents worked for hours and hours on end but they could never make enough.
They couldn't pay for a babysitter, so I would stay home alone each and every day. I was a clumsy and curious child, like most. I would explore every crevice of our house during the boring and endless hours when I was home alone.
One day when I was the young age of three years old, I tumbled down the stairs and oddly landed onto my neck. I was paralyzed the second I hit the cold hardwood floor and once my parents got home, they rushed me to the emergency room. It turned out that they couldn't pay the money for the proper treatment. How I wasn't already dead was more of a surprise really.
They had to bring me to a doctor in the bad part of town, where all the alcoholics and druggies dwelled. During my stay at the doctor's house, he took advantage of my three year old self and downloaded some very odd data into my brain. I'm not completely sure how he did this, but it helps me fight with little to no effort. It comes like fluid, it just pours from my brain into my limbs and they fight without me helping. At first I thought it was some kind of evil curse, but now fighting comes as a second nature and I don't think it's that bad. I learned about my battle skills when I was ten years old and a man tried to grab my bag when I was on school grounds. I let my mind take over my body and I uncontrollably knocked him unconscious while still thinking about the math test that we would have in the upcoming period. I was scared of myself, and feared for the lives of the people around me. I kept my skills hidden from everyone; even the people I loved most.
