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The doors shut quietly as she sat on the cold floor by herself. She curled up into a ball and leaned her back against the bright, white wall. Her eyes filled with unshed tears as she hugged her legs tightly. She sat and thought over the events that had happened not twenty four hours earlier. The fear of death, not her own, but of her friends. Watching Kaylee's face as she was brutally pushed to the ground by the soldiers who surrounded the two was unbearable. Kaylee was a lover, not a fighter. She was known for her kindness and bright personality, and being thrown to the ground violently did not sit with anyone kindly. She risked herself, her own life, her own freedom in order for Kaylee to get away. Once she knew her friend was safe, she could breathe.
She had been battered a bit by some of the harsher men when they took her, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. While she looked like a princess, it surely didn't mean she was delicate like one. The bruises and few cuts would fade in due time as she lied down on the freezing floor. The bed across the room lie vacant in the room. She didn't want to lay in the bed of her enemies and even though she wouldn't admit it, she was in quite a bit of pain.
Her eyelids drooped as she became drowsy and her body became even weaker. She was quickly fading into the darkness that she was so afraid of, for when she woke, she wasn't sure where she would be, or who would be joining her.
Three days had passed and she was still in that room. Guarantee, she had been taken out and questioned and definitely roughed up a bit. She was propped up against the wall, her legs sprawled out in front of her, her body donning her new pure white outfit. Her face was bruised around her right cheekbone along with a split lip that was constantly ripping back open because of her chapped lips. Her once shiny, curly hair was now matted and greasy, it lying pathetically on her shoulders. Though, her horrid appearance couldn't compete with how horrendous she felt inside.
The door opened for the second time that day, she sighed, hoping that whomever it was, wouldn't stay for very long. A folder was thrown in between her legs and landed with a smack. A man appeared in front of her and kneeled down.
"Got some results back for you, nothing as bad as we previously thought, with you barfing all over the place." She didn't answer, she merely stared straight ahead, as if she weren't looking at him, but through him. "I'm gonna leave this here, alright? I'll come back for it in a bit. Look at it, analyze it, I don't care, but please, look at page three. This may have just saved your life, hun. And another thing," he sighed. "You're gonna sart wanting to use that bed." The man stood up after speaking and stretched his back before walking out the door and back into the bright hallway once more.
The young woman looked down at the folder before reaching lightly towards it to grab it. She grimaced as her body rejected the simplest mundane task and began to scream in pain. She pushed forward to grab the manila folder, her brow furrowing in concentration. Once she reached it she fell back on the wall with a huff, her lungs expanding wildly to get the sufficient amount of air. Once she had calmed her breathing and her pain had subsided, she began to open the folder. She skipped over the first two pages and reached for the third. Her eyes frantically ran over the words on the paper, her hands began to shake as she realized what the jumble of words meant. All strung together, all defined and used in the proper order, coming to one conclusion. She cried out, the paper falling to the ground as her hands flew to her mouth. That one word, the one word that could save her life, well, at least for a while.
Positive.
She was pregnant, with a child, with a baby, his baby. She cried out once more, but this time it was out of joy. She reached down and placed her hands on her abdomen and smiled. Her unshed tears were flowing freely from her eyes. She let out a small laugh and smiled contently before she took in her surroundings and realized where she actually was.
She looked around violently before her eyes fell on the door. She got up, ignoring the pain in her body and looked up into the window. Outside she could see all kinds of people moving around and about, each person walking to and fro with some agenda that needed to be done. She brought her attention down to the door. No doorknob. It was automated, from the outside. She turned her body and slid down the door before wrapping her arms around herself and cried even harder. Her tears violently coming down. Her life may have been saved by her baby, but it's life is sure to be damned in this prison.
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