A.N. We're now onto the first update with some of the chapters written by Little Angry Kitten. She's a fantastic writer for many different fandoms so make sure you go and check out her stories!
Chapter Ten.
Written by: Nicia
This time, Natalie shakes me awake from my nightmares, away from the aching guilt and Adrian and Ivan's cries. I lurch to a seated position, the scream still lodged in my throat and blink in the dim light, catching the glares and scowls thrown in my direction by the other girls.
"Thanks, Natalie."
She smiles gently and squeezes my shoulder before she heads back to her own bed, but doesn't say anything. She can't say anything. Judging from the thick scars that mar the otherwise smooth skin of her throat, her vocal cords, and possibly her windpipe were once severed.
Chapter Eleven.
Written by: Nicia
The bruises and hand holds are clear to see the next day, purple and black against my skin, marring flesh that's already scarred.
The other girls don't say anything; just shoot me pitying glances as I try to dress quickly and inadvertently expose even more private ones. When I do catch someone's eye, they quickly drop it, their interest caught by the fascinating shade of fuchsia on the ceiling.
But then again, I don't know what I'm hoping to see when they look at me.
Sympathy?
Outrage?
Horror?
Righteous fury?
They all have similar marks and scars of their own.
Chapter Twelve
Written by: Little Angry Kitten
I suspect that before she somehow got dragged into this, Natalie must have been a very happy and bubbly girl. I can see the yearning for conversation in her eyes.
So it's not long before we start talking. It's kind of an awkward thing with her writing things down and me looking like I'm just talking to myself but it works.
It's a nice...change.
Sometimes she tells me about her life before. Other times though, the things she tells me makes bile rise in my mouth.
But we're used to it.
Sadly, we are used to it.
A.N. Next update will be tomorrow.