Hey readers, I came up with this story idea a little while ago, and I couldn't get it off my mind since, so here goes nothing. Just forewarning, my updating might be a bit slow since I have so much homework and crap like that lately, but I promise, I will finish this one. So anyways, without further adieu, here's the first chapter.
p.s. If the story doesn't seem to make any sense, please hang in there, it will all be explained in the end.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Chapter One
She sits on the cold concrete floor and pulls her thin blanket more tightly around herself. She winces slightly as her fingers graze over a fresh bruise.
The sound of a key being turned is heard and she instinctively huddles into the corner as the door swings open and a man enters, carrying a small limp body over his shoulder.
He drops the body on the floor, stiffly glares at the woman in the corner, then leaves, slamming the door behind him.
She waits a moment to ensure that the man is gone, then tiptoes over to the figure on the floor.
A single gas lamp dimly illuminates the room, and in the small amount of light, she can see the injuries that cover the boy in front of her. He looks to be around fifteen or sixteen, and deeply unconscious. He seems so fragile, so broken. She sighs and shuffles back to her corner.
The boy inhales sharply in pain, and this is followed by a shudder. She feels bad for him, but chooses to ignore it. He shivers and tries to wrap his arms around himself, but his left arm is clearly broken. He grunts in his sleep, and pulls his knees to his chest.
A shiver escapes him and she can tell he's cold. She considers giving him her blanket, but decides against it. She needs it as much as he does. She's been here longer. He knows nothing of suffering. Why should she have to share?
She puts her head in her knees and pulls her blanket over herself. The boy shivers again; she pretends not to hear it. He shivers again; she clutches onto her blanket like an old friend. Finally he let's out a small whimper of pain, and the woman sighs and stands up.
She pads over to the boy and spreads the blanket over him. The shivering stops and he nestles up to it. His innocence overwhelms her. He's like a child in his sleep.
She smiles to herself, then makes her way back to her corner and tries to sleep in the cold room, thinking about the boy, and who he might be. Why is he here? Such an innocent young boy doesn't belong in place like this.
So there it is. Yes I know, it's very short. All the chapters will be short, but there will be a lot of them, that's just how it's gonna be written. I hope you liked it, and I hope you'll keep reading cause it's just about to get interesting. Thanks for reading! Please comment!