Max's POV
I should have known with my luck that something was going to happen that night. Not only did one of the girls snore, but even if I had been able to block it out (I kept ear plugs under my pillow for this purpose) it wouldn't have done much good. Because this new bee apparently didn't have control over her powers and so every time she breathed in two purple rings would appear around her waist, lighting up the room almost as if it was morning, and then when she breathed out they would disappear. It was like someone was flipping a light switch on and off, on and off constantly! It was driving me insane.
That combined with the fact that Sara was under me mutter how sorry she was in her sleep. I groaned, she was even trying to apologize in her sleep, how clique was that?
I groaned and buried my face in my pillow.
"Why me?" I mumbled to myself. "Why is it always me?"
To my surprise I wasn't the only one awake, and I jolted with surprise as a voice replied, "You know it's not always about you. I have plenty of problems here too."
I groaned, not her. I thought and turning my head intangible stuck it through the bottom of the bed. Yep, there staring up at me was the stupid, know-it-all, Miss. Attitude herself, was the girl from track.
"What do you want?" I hissed resisting the urge to shock the living daylights out of her. I could feel my eyes already starting to glow yellow, but I tried to control my anger. The problem was that seemed to be the only emotion I had now a days. I don't remember the last time I truly laughed or even felt happy for that matter. This place had drained me of all those other emotions; it must have shown on my face because the girl looked up at me and said casually,
"Is something wrong? Um—" She looked over the edge of the bed to see my trunk, filled with the few belongings I had, with my name on it. "Maxine is it."
I glared at her,
"It's Max, and what's it to you?"
The girl's eyes flared, "what is your problem!" I watched as her eyes began to glow a minty blue type of color.
Her ghost color.
Normally this would have freaked people out, but for me it was a normal everyday thing…sort of. I glared back at her this time making my eyes glow yellow to show her I wasn't afraid of her little act.
"My problem. Well listen here Miss. Attitude—"
"It's Nikki!"
"Whatever. I've been here a whole year. ONE WHOLE YEAR! DO you even know what's that like and you're asking me what my problem is! I have been in the basement twice, been betrayed by someone close to me, nearly been killed at least once a week and you're asking me what my problem is!"
I was screaming now and was too angry to even think.
I didn't care about the stupid bugs in the cabin that were probably catching all of this word for word, or that guards were probably one their way here. All I cared about was showing this girl who was boss. I kept screaming, ignoring the tears that were beginning to fill her eyes. I didn't care; I had stopped caring about others a long time ago, like I said this place had done that to me. At one point I think she tried to punch me, but since I was still intangible her fist just flew right through my head.
I watched her eyes get bigger and bigger, and more tears begin to form as I yelled at her. Finally I crossed the line when I said that she probably didn't even have any friends or family to go back to because she was such a jerk. I knew I had crossed the line, but I didn't care.
"Fine!" She screamed. "Whatever! I'm sorry I ever asked what was wrong with you! I'm sorry I ever tried to be your friend!"
I scoffed and looked at her dead in the eye and hissed, "I don't make friends, and you shouldn't either. The sooner you learn that, the sooner you won't get hurt." My eyes darted to Sara, and the girl seemed to notice.
"She used to be your friend didn't she? What'd she do?" She asked. I looked over at her studying her eyes. For one moment I forgot my anger and just looked at her. Then took a double take, sure she looked angry and stuff, but under all her tears, her eyes actually seemed to be begging me to let her help me.
"Forget it," I muttered, pulling my head back up through the bed.
"Forget I said anything." With that I lay back down and closed my eyes, ignoring the yells of guards outside as they tried to figure out what was going on and where the yelling had come from. "I don't care," I mumbled to myself. "I don't care if she wants to help. I can't afford to make a friend, because they always let you down." I heard was the girl under me, Nikki, mumbling about if she could just get inside my head. How she could help me.
I wasn't sure what that meant, but I didn't care. I had, had enough for one night. With that I turned onto my side and fell into a deep restless sleep.
I reluctantly woke up the next morning. I managed to get about 4 hours of sleep, which compared to all the disturbances there were last night was actually a good thing. I realized today was Sunday, the one day of the week where we get a free day! There's just one weird thing though. Every Sunday they would call ten people to spend the day with the leader of H.O.P and after that, they would act weird, they would stop fighting, trying to escape and follow every order. People would ask them but they would never answer that question. Some people say they've been hypnotized or brainwashes, people have even claimed that they turn them into Zombies. Personally, as long as I get to keep the one day of the week where I DON'T have to train to the brink of exhaustion, I could actually not really care. I got out of bed to go take a shower when I felt someone's hand wrap around my arm, I turned expecting it to be that Nikki girl, and of course to my surprise it was Sara.
"Leave me alone!" I whispered, due to the fact that some other kids were still sleeping.
"Maxine please! Can we talk?" Sara asked as she tightened her grip on me.
My eyes turned yellow momentarily at the use of my full name. I turned intangible and escaped her grasp.
"You said enough the day you betrayed me Sara. Leave me alone." I said as I turned around and made my way to the showers.
The day went any Sunday would, breakfast and everyone pretty much talked and hung out where ever they wanted to all day; I mean there's nothing else to do in the prison. (Supervised of course) me, I just used Sundays to catch up on my sleep.
I woke up when they called for lunch. I sat at my usual table in the corner eating lunch (If it even's deserves that title, some of that stuff has MOVED) when I saw someone sit down. I looked up from my plate to see none other than Nikki.
"What do you want?" I asked bitterly
"I just though you could use some company." She replied
"I didn't mean to make you mad, I just wanted to try and help you." She said with a half-smile and a soft tone.
"I don't WANT your "company" I'm fine here by myself." I said looking away from here.
"Max, please listen to me. I want to help you. If you'd just let me"
"Who said I NEEDED anyone's help, I'm doing pretty fine on my own. It's like I said last night."
"Come on just-"
"Leave me alone!"
"Fine! Excuse me for trying to be friendly." She said coldly as she walked away.
"You didn't seem so friendly the other day back on the track!" I called after her as she walked off. She stopped for a second like she was going to turn back around. But it looks like she changed her mind because she kept walking.
I know what you're thinking. That was mean, but the sooner she learns that you can't trust anyone here. The better off you are.
After I finished my lunch I went to go throw the leftovers (Which were a lot, but hey, it's either that or starve)
As I passed by to go by the bin I saw this girl smiling and playing with her food.
'How could she be so happy when she's in a place like this?' I thought to myself as I was scraping my food into the bin.
As I was walking back towards the cabin I saw a few men taking down a plate of food to the basement. Even though I didn't know who they were taking it for I sure did feel sorry for whoever ended up down there.
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