𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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A month went by in a blink of an eye, but it should be longer. I haven't placed a foot outside in weeks, but it seems like it was a decade ago when I last visited the outside world.

We've grown accustomed to living here and obeying the rules, regardless of how unfair they may be. They eventually tossed out the good food and switched it with garbage that even a dying man wouldn't touch, but it's all we've got and have to deal with it.

The first week of the new food made everyone sick, both us girls and the guys. Some got so bad they had to be transferred to the nearest emergency room and others whose symptoms were less severe had a doctor called into their cell for help. No doubt they probably fed us old, moldy food and had shit-eating grins on their faces when they went home about it.

After that first week, we all received a vaccine for something unknown. I asked what it was, but the guards wouldn't say. Eventually, we could withstand eating the shitty food and not become sick, but I know that what we were eating now was at least edible. There were symptoms from the vaccine.

I believe they used us as test monkeys for an experimental trial on the shot they gave us, but I kept that to myself, not wanting anyone to panic and cause unnecessary trouble when everyone's already received the vaccine anyway.

Some people broke out in weird rashes, some dropped to the floor and began having seizures, and others experienced minor headaches and fatigue. Everyone else didn't show symptoms, at least not yet, and I was one of the lucky ones, but Barbie wasn't.

She was exhausted all the time and had headaches badly. She said they would be getting better, but I felt like she was lying, and thankfully, I caught on to her lies right in time.

It was a week ago when we were in line to grab a plate of the shit they made us eat, and Barbie collapsed, but since I've been watching her regularly, I dropped my tray and caught her just in time before she could hit the floor.

The guard ran to us, pulled me away from her, and hit me hard enough to knock one of my teeth out. The one who hit me thought I did something to her, but it was obvious I was one of the only people who even cared about her safety in this place.

They dragged her away by grabbing her arms, and I insisted I come with her, but again, I received another hit to my jaw. Luckily, I didn't lose another tooth that time.

Hours passed by after dinner was over, and I knew she wouldn't be returning to our cell tonight. Although I didn't want to sleep, I needed the rest and the energy. I forced myself to sleep, hoping she would be back when I woke up in the morning.

She wasn't. All day I stayed in my cell, only leaving for food, but I asked around if anyone saw her, and nobody had. I picked my brain with worry, thinking of everything that's happened, and I had to stop myself and be strong.

For the rest of the day, I try to drown the thoughts and think about anything else so that's what I do until the sun begins to set.

When loud footsteps walk up the stairs and approach my cell, I sit up on my bed and watch the two guards who hold Barbie in between them unlock the door. My eyes are on her and the way her head is angled down.

After they toss her body on the bottom bunk, I jump down immediately, rush to her side, and see the horrendous sight of bruises and dried blood on her face. It's only then that I realize she's unconscious, and I lose it; I scream.