Chapter I
Hello, my name is 92660. I lived for 18 years and was placed in cell 113 after my birth. My seven brothers and eight sisters have never left this prison nor have we felt one speck of a ray of sun. Hundreds of men and women, girls and boys also have never been outside this prison. Because they are like me and my siblings, we were born in this HELL HOLE.
We grew up to learn how to be servants. We were told to never have emotion, and got whipped if any were to show. We were not to feel or show pain. And although we were all taught with a proper education, we were told to never think for ourselves. We are nothing but dirt, or worst, slaves.
Besides the people who were born here, there are thousands more who seen the outside of these walls that keep us in. Unlike us, they weren't born in this cold place. They decided to come here, in this prison on their own will.
They were outcasts in society, the so called bad asses, the rebels, the drunks, the prostitutes and what not. Those who have no jobs, the gullible or just people who were going home late at night . . . anyone.
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I was huddled in the corner of my cell.
The light kept on flickering from a dim light to off then repeated itself; revealing the blood stained floor. The three walls to the cell were dark gray cement walls. Water seeped through the small cracks of the walls and rolled down to the ground leaving a round puddle of water. A row of thick black bars replace the fourth wall. Beyond the bars were many more sets of bars to other cells . . . hundreds of more cells, no thousands.
In every cell was a person or two who was cuddled up in the corner or in their bed which was just a blanket and pillow on the ground. Some were quiet, and others mumbled inaudible things to themselves. Possibly going insane.
This place was definitely like a prison.
I brought my knees up to my bare chest and rested my head on top of my knees. I let my blonde oily hair fall in front of my face and touch the cold ground. The Boss hasn't cut my hair yet, and I get my monthly shower next week.
The cramps in my stomach started to bother me even more. My scrawny arms tightened the grip around my knees as my eyes quickly closed. Warm, thick liquid left my body and stained the already stained floor. I knelt to the ground by the puddle of water and took a sip, hoping for my cramps to go away and the blood to stop.
"92660, looks like you have a new friend," the Boss said as he opened the cell door and threw a female my age inside. "She's broken though, you need to fix her"
He spat before closing the cell door.
The girl was curled up in the center of the cell crying. I crawled around her, studying her, fascinated. She was my third 'roommate'.
She had what was called an ear pierce. I've heard of it before, but seen it only once. Actually, she had five. Two on the bottom of her right ear and two on the bottom of her left ear with one on top of it. She had a pair of very big, gold, round earrings. Gold studs with a diamond in the middle and an extra on her top left ear.
Her hair was up curled and tied up into a pony tail. It was pretty short. Her hair was pitch black and very dry. She probably dyed her hair like 53410. She had a white half jacket with a hood on. It had red and black squares around it with thin gold lines made into designs. Her jacket was covered in mud. And so were her white tank top and Capri jeans and very fancy shoes. Most of her body was covered in mud.
Yes, I'm very well educated about clothes, although I don't have any for myself.
I crawled up to this girl and lightly touched her shoulder. She quickly got up and tackled me against the wall.
"Who are you? Why am I here? What is this place?" she screamed in my face.
Her face was red and covered with tears but her eyes filled with rage.
"Answer me!" she screamed in my face again.
She gripped onto my bare shoulders tightly. When I didn't answer, she dug her nails into my flesh and tears filled her eyes.
I just stared at her still fascinated by her flaring clothes; for I cannot feel the pain if there was any. She didn't notice that though, but instead, she started curling up into a ball again and cried her eyes out.
"You were stupid," I finally, but coldly said.
Her crying came to a halt as she looked up at me.
"W-what?" she asked, choking on her on saliva.
I ignored her and sat back in my corner.
"I'm Jenny by the way," she tried to smile. It didn't work. "What's your name?"
"92660," I answered.
"That can't be your real name! What's your real name? How did you get here? " Jenny asked, piling me with questions.
"I was born here," was all I said.
I let myself fall asleep in the corner. I was being generous by letting Jenny sleep in my bed, which wasn't much of a bed. Or so I heard from the others who used to live beyond these bars.