Stolen Youth

So here is chapter five! Yay! Yeah. So…I have an horrible attempt a humor in here. At least I think I do… Just be warned. That and Kai's involved. Yep! Whenever you add him to humor, it has to be good! Or strange.

Kali sat staring at the food that was on the ground waiting to be eaten. No promise of the outside had been made to her, therefore she decided not to eat. One small, tiny drawback of the outside world was that her guard was replaced to that big, brutal looking one. That would mean that a 'jail break' would require her to not be inside. Jason would have let her go somehow, but now she would have to have the help that Tala could give her.

"Why aren't you eating?" The voice caused her to jerk her head up in surprise. The man was glaring daggers at her head, but she was used to that.

"Outside?" Kali forced herself to use the dopey voice she had heard others use. Her eyes were forced to be blank and devoid of everything except stupidity. Hard, but worth it.

"Only if you eat." She pretended to flinch at the tone of his voice before moving forward to eat. She didn't bother to bring the tray over to the table, which she would rather do, but ate on the floor. This easy and simple trick was too make sure people thought that she had no ability to think for herself on deep levels.

Once done, she looked up with hope filled eyes. Not that the look would work on him or anything, but it would add on as her character. The pretend Kali. The guard opened the doors, grabbed her arm, and dragged her down the hall. This time, a different set of halls were used. And these led past doors that would led towards the many parking lots.

But she showed no interest. She wasn't stupid, they were testing her. Trying to see if she would try to make a break for it. Instead, she followed the guard as if she was a lost puppy. Her right hand still had the diary in it. Kali wouldn't let that go for awhile, seeing as it held some of her deepest, darkest secrets.

When she had finally made it out of the Maze O Doom, the guard left to go and sit with the others and gossip. Sometimes, men act like such girls. All gathered together and hiding away while talking trash about other people. Tsk tsk tsk.

So they wouldn't think she was up too something, she began to run along the fences. The area in general was square, so she used the walls as her track. After awhile, the guards stopped watching her and went back to whatever they did best. But she kept on running. Once she finished three laps, she had begun to pass Kai, the first one to show up at their meeting spot. Too stay under the radar, harder then it looks, she slowed down. Yes, she had to run fifteen laps in all before getting into a walk, but the exercise felt great. Exercise makes endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people don't go crazy. They just don't.

Kai was just standing there, watching with a raised eyebrow. Ian and Spencer were there as well, but it didn't matter to her. She was just glad to see people who didn't have their intelligence sucked away.

"They watch me closely, sorry." Kali whispered while leaning on the fence, the cold metal a relief on her sweating body. "Anyone know how to get a gun?" Straightforward was the way she worked. No pleasantries when there's work to be done, not until she was free.

"The day of, I could get some by knocking out the guards." Spencer stated. No one questioned him, considering that he could probably rip them apart while knocking down a brick wall. And Kali was quite keen on keeping her head firmly attached to her body.

"I have one hidden in Kai's pants. He is big enough." Ian waggled his eyebrows suggestively as Kai looked proud, Kali blushed, and Spencer chuckled. "No really. I have a gun in his pants. Don't give me that look, Kali! Look! Take a look-see in Kai's pants!"

"Umm. As much as I would love too look down Kai's pants, I believe you." Kali mumbled as she ducked her head down. Her face was the same color as her hair, an embarrassing shade of red.

Kai smirked at her predicament before adding salt to the wound. "Don't think I'm always this big…" He kept a serious look on his face and tried to keep the laughter out of his voice as he thrust his hips forward and patted the visible lump in his pants. Spencer tired to choke laughter as Kali slid to the ground, blushing madly.

"Aw. Good times, good times." Ian sighed as he stuck a finger through a hole and touched Kali's shoulder, pretending to feel sorry for her.

"But I do have a gun." All laughter was gone as from his voice as Kai lifted the bottom of his sweatshirt. The sun made the bit of metal showing glow, a forbidden treasure.

"Hmm." Kali grunted as she slowly stood back up. "What happened to the others?"

"Off exploring. They seduced their guards, so all they have to do is ask and their outta there." Spencer said, glaring off at the depressing building.

"And they haven't left yet, why?"

"They didn't want to leave us behind." Ian smirked. "See? They luuuuve us!"

Kali nodded and the four stood in silence. Sure, she could be talking, but basking in quietness with others who aren't out to get her was so much more of a treat. Since she normally spent her time either talking to herself or her diary.

"I want to help them…" Kali suddenly stated. She didn't look at her allies, but at the other girls. There were some she had recognized from T.V. and others she thought she might have seen on the streets. She did travel all over the world for almost five years.

"Who? The dopes walking in circles?" Ian chuckled. Yes, some were walking in circles. But that's because some were so off the deep end, they were still on the shallow side.

"Yes, them. I'm exactly like them in a way. Stuck in a place all drugged up. They can't be that bad."

"Kali…Suicidal, homicidal, depressed, overly aggressive, danger to the people around them. That's why most of these people are in here." Kai ticked off the reasons on his fingers as he said them.

"So? I've been all of those at least once. Does that mean I belong here? Does that mean I'm so unstable that I shouldn't even try getting out because I'll just be brought back in?"

"No. Unlike everyone else, you're smart. You shouldn't be in here because you have the mental capacity to handle your crazy urges." Kai argued.

"Fine! You win!" Kali threw her hands into the air. "For now…" She muttered in defeat.

Even though she knew everyone had heard her, they lapsed back into silence. Kali let her mind wander, something that she had just started doing again. She knew why her five new friends were stuck in jail. Ian went on a random rampage and killed five people while on a train. Tala went into such a depressed state he stopped eating and had to be hospitalized by forced. Bryan slit his wrists while he was high off of prescribed medicine that was meant to get rid of his depression. Kai lost it and started beating up his 'friends'. Spencer hadn't really done anything but since everyone else on his team had dived off the cliff of sanity, he and been forced here incase there was something wrong with his head.

But they weren't crazy. They would have been normal, but something in their past messed them up. She refused to believe that Boris was the cause of it, as they thought. Boris had always been good to her, he wasn't a bad person. He was smart and kind, he was the father she had always wanted. No matter what other people would say, Boris was the best person in the world and forever would be.

Kali began walking away from the fence when the guard group began to shift about more than she would like. Once a good distance away, she walked in circles. Around and around and around she went. The ground was the most interesting part. How it moved and yet stayed stationary. How at every angle you saw something different. Maybe this is why the other inmates did this. In the back of their heads, they knew that what was happening was wrong.

All of a sudden, an arm jerked her out of her circle time. Anger built up inside, willing her to beat the crap out of the guard. But the mind controlled the body, so it did not react to her simple whims and pleasures. The mind forced the body to relax and be dragged along. All the while Kali is simply watching from the outside. She does nothing yet everything. The mind was hers and the body was hers and yet she let them move as they please. She realized that she had a better chance of escaping if she let go of her control. But would she be able to find her back?

She didn't care. She would let herself be lost to the world if Master, if Father could be seen once more.

Once again, she was thrown into her cell, but there was another policeman there. At once, she spirit came flying at her body. Once again, Kali was in control, but that control meant she would still have to act dumb. Crazy. Insane.

"Are you feeling better?"

"I am eating."

"Are you happy?"

"Being content is my aim in life."

"Do you love Boris?"

"I do not know any Boris, only Master."

"Do you love this…master?"

"I am his slave." That's it Kali. Give everything yet nothing. Answer his questions blandly, with no feeling or emotion. Confuse him to buy more time. Yes Kali. You can do it. You're better, smarter than this bimbo.

"But do you love him?"

"Contentment is all I feel."

"Have you ever killed someone?"

"Murder is such a violent and dirty thing." And yet I practiced it a lot. Give and take. Give and take.

"Did master ever rape you? Molest you?"

"Why would he? I was only a child." Of course he never did that, idiot. I was one of his favorites. He wouldn't hurt me like that.

"But did he?"

"No." Watch it Kali… Don't bring in too much emotion. Keep him guessing. Don't ruin this.

"Did you ever have contact with the opposite gender? Besides him?"

"Yes, I did. I played with them all the time." Not really. All I did was watch the boys and I talked to adults. I was afraid of those older than me, though. Still am. Is that what you wanted to know?

"Have you ever been in a relationship?"

"Yes, plenty." Let's see. There was me selling myself several times. Does that count?

"What was the average length?"

"About…two months." Don't stall! Then again, it's true. I was only active for a two months before taking a break and starting over again.

"Do you write in your diary?"

"Every day." No shit, smarty. Anyone could have told you that one. Where did you grow up? Here?

"Goodbye, Miss Ivitch."

"Farewell, Mister Sanderson." Say hello to the idiots back home, would you?

He left, she sat. With nothing to do, she pulled out a pencil and began to write.

Dear Diary,

I had an abortion. It killed me, and I had dreams about it for weeks. I figured it out while we were on our way to America.

I was able to get on a boat as a singer. I cut Brie's hair short, wrapped her budding breasts so they looked flat, and called her Brandon. She carried Anjela and Jennie in two bags with them curled as small as possible.

While on there, I noticed that my period stopped coming. The cruise was a month long, and me skipping had nothing to do with lack of food. I ate well and I hid scraps in my napkin, as did Brie, and we would give the food to the smaller ones.

Brie, since 'he' was my 'helper' had nothing to do all day, she spent the time reading. Strangely, she read about home abortions and how they could kill you. When I came to her with my problem, she told me she would take care of it once the trip was done.

Well, we were now in California and had to travel to Las Vegas, Nevada. When we started out, I was slower and my stomach larger. I had major mood swings and all I wanted to do was sleep and eat. Brie got mad at me, started cursing and kicking things. What surprised me was the fact that she kicked my stomach so hard, I felt cramps. I told her that and she only smiled, saying that I was going through early labor.

So there I was. No midwife in the middle of nowhere with Brie as the expert. Not that I don't trust her or anything, just the small fact that she's a sadist at times. And she was so enjoying me scream when I had to push, and push hard.

And all I got was a small embryo and a pile of creepy looking mush. We were immobile for that week, and then I had too push us hard just to get to Las Vegas in time. What really sucked was that I couldn't sleep there. It wasn't the noise that bothered me, but the fact that a drunk could come at anytime and take someone away. So I didn't sleep and let the others battle.

Yeah. Those two months were real fun. Now I feel like walking in more circles. Tell me, Diary. Am I going crazy? Should I stop trying? Or should I continue?

Kali

She placed the pencil down neatly before tearing out her first four entries, copying them back in, and eating the paper. She had decided that if anyone was going to read her diary, they might as well go through hell and back. Every line she switched from writing backwards to forwards. No one would get it, and she wrote in her most illegible legible writing.

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. So what happens here stays here? Or what happens there stays there? Sayings lie, but they're so simple you just can't help be think they're true.