BRAVADO - Larry ✔️

3. If you're going to kill me...

When I came to I was in a small wooden room of some sort. Dazed as I feel around me and my eyes fully adjust to my new surroundings. I struggle to get to my feet, my wounds still raw and sore from earlier.

I take in my surrounding, a toilet in the corner and small desk in the other. The door in front of the bed. The room was small but better than what I was used to, at least there was a bed.

I got into a sitting position, wincing as I use my already sore muscles before throwing my feet over the bed. I lay there as my hand shoots up to warily examine the damage on my shoulder. As my fingers prickle what I assume to be bone, I cry out in pain.

I take my hand away, calming myself before thinking of seeing how I could get to my feet. I use my good arm against the wall as I push up, crying out again as I do. Slowly I'm on my feet and walking towards the door, I wriggle the door knob a few times before calling out.

"Hello?" I cough at my dry throat wincing. "Is anyone there? Hello-"

A banging on my door made me jump backwards.

"Shut up!" One of the guards called back and I lean my good arm on the door for support, starting to feel dizzy.

"When will we be let out...I think...I think I need to see a medic." I say, my voice wavering as the room started to spin.

"Interaction with the other cell mates is in twenty minutes for one hour." The man, with slight sympathy in his voice yelled back before I could hear his footsteps retreating down the hall.

I decided to lay down on the bed until then to try and steady my head. Hoping it would be a lot clearer come later.

No sooner had I shut my eyes I felt a presence shoving me awake. My eyes flew open at that as I rushed to a sitting position, regretting it as soon as my head started spinning and a boy around my age looked at me worried.

"Wow are you okay? Sorry for waking you like this but I saw your door opened and wanted to make sure you if you were coming out. I'm Alan by the way." The boy said biting his lip shyly before sticking out a hand in greeting.

I looked at the kid, taking in his appearance and smiling tiredly at him.

"I'm okay just dizzy, my head hurts...I'm Harry."

Alan smiled at me when I took his hand, shaking it weakly before he frowned.

"Here, let me help you." Alan said, placing an arm around my right hip and helping me up to my feet. I was about to thank him when he slung an arm around my shoulder causing me to cry out. He quickly jerked his arm back, eyes wide.

"Jesus, they gave you some beating." Alan remarked which made me smile knowingly.

"Didn't go down without a semi-decent fight." Alan chuckled at that before helping me out of the small room and into the corridor that revealed a line of cells just like mine on both sides of the corridor, making me frown at the sight. Alan walked me down the long corridor, saying hello to some of the other cell mates who replied in greeting and smiling with sympathy at me.

We made it to what was described as a canteen or food hall as Alan put it, this was where all the traitors ate their three meals a day in and then going outside for thirty minutes after each meal to walk around. It didn't seem all that bad.

Alan helped me into a chair and I thanked him before he asked me if I wanted anything to eat. My stomach twisted at the thought of food. I was trained to withstand days without any food and I remembered I only ate breakfast this morning. I shook my head, the pain in my temples taking away from my stomach being deprived of food.