I woke up from the sleep I cried myself into staring at an unfamiliar site. It was a different ceiling, not at all like the sky-blue color of my room. It was white, and dull, and I wanted nothing to do with it. I lay in bed, staring at the ugly ceiling, until someone came into my room.
"Ponyboy? Breakfast will be served in a few minutes."
"I'm not hungry." I growled.
"Oh. Well, you can sleep or something if you want. For your first two weeks here, you're allowed to do whatever you want."
"Fine." I said, bitterly.
"Well, have fun." And with that, the woman I didn't know left.
Fun? Ha. That's a laugh. How am I supposed to have "fun" when I'm away from my two brothers and am living in a hell hole? I don't know about you, but that doesn't sound like "fun" to me.
I spent the day in bed. Every time there was a meal ready, someone would come to my room and tell me it was time to eat. I ignored them. I didn't want to eat anything they gave me. They were the enemy and I was the only one in my army.
I fell asleep that night, imagining my brothers fighting to get me back. I hoped they were. I needed someone fighting for me.
I woke up, screaming and crying. It was the nightmare. It was back.
Sweat was pouring down my face, along with several tears. I sat up, shaking and scared. I wanted Darry or Soda. I needed to be comforted, but no one came.
I got up, looking for my comfort. I got into my suitcase and pulled out two objects.