Chapter 12 - by Sugar Faerie
Lulu
Blood smells like metal. I
never knew that, until now. This whole place reeks of it. It would,
since there's so much of the stuff about. Nearly everyone's been
beaten, or worse.
Me, I've been lucky. I've only got a black eye and a cut above that. Probably wont last long, though.
There's a scream from further up the corridor, where most of the girls are. There's probably another rape going on. I try and identify who's voice it is, but I can't figure it out.
Cliff's in the cell with me, along with Geo. Bob was in here too, but they put him in solitary when they brought Geo back, after they found out he knew nothing .
Geo's in the corner, mumbling something under his breath. It's not until I go near him that I hear what he's saying; "Hamster, Madonna, Oz, Big Macca, Bob, Prince, Charlotte..."
He's counting the ones that have been beaten really badly. The ones we don't know if they're alive or not. The ones we don't know if they'll keep them alive.
"Oz is alive," Cliff informs him. "And Madonna. I saw the police put them in another cell. They're hurt pretty bad, but they're alive."
Oz. Stunning woman, but completely out of my league. Too far up the social ladder for me to even dare approach her. She's years older than me, for a start. The same goes for Madonna, I suppose.
At least they're alive.
"The others?" I ask.
"No idea."
Just then something happens outside our cell. Speak of the devil, the police are bringing Oz back to solitary. Why they took her out in the first place is beyond me.
They're bringing her past us now... Oh. Crap. Oz is chalk white, with streaks of red standing out against her skin. She's covered in blood, mainly on her thighs. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what happened to her.
She was at the top of the ladder, always in the spotlight, always the center of the party, along with the others who are now in solitary.
Maybe it's good to be the forgotten one.