First Jade part.

I know it's been a while. I just kept forgetting. Here's the next chapter. (:

I woke up in a small room on an uncomfortable bed. My right cheek throbbed. I sat up and looked around at my surroundings. No Kate. Where was she? Was she safe? The room was very small with cheap tiling on the walls and the ceiling had cracks and the light was dim. It was eerie. I looked around for a light switch that I knew didn’t exist in this room. It was outside the room. Why give a prisoner light? I sat against the wall.

The door was metal with a small window leading to the hall. It was the only window in the room. The last thing I remember was hitting a stone cold floor by a man I recognized. I didn’t know where from, all I knew was that I recognized him.

Beside the bed there was a night table and on the night table there was a glass of water and a folded piece of paper. I drained the water within a minute but I was still thirsty. My throat longed for more water. I shivered. It was cold in this room. No, it is more of a cell. I looked at my hands that were shaking uncontrollably. I grabbed the fleece blanket at the end of the bed and wrapped it around me. It was small so it didn’t fit around me, but for the parts that it did cover, it didn’t do much.

I looked in the corners searching for a camera indicating they were watching me. I found none.

"Ah!" I screamed and threw the glass at the door, it shattered to a million pieces at the door. It reminded me of my life. I let out a sob. The warm tears felt warm against my skin but once the tears were gone, the streaks were colder then the rest of my body. I shivered again.

The door to my cell creaked open. I hugged my knees.

The man that came in was dressed in jeans and a baggy filth covered shirt. He didn’t look like he was much older than me. He was just a teenager, it seemed. I stared at him as he walked over to me. I shivered, but this time not out of the cold, I was frightened.

"Have you decided on telling us your name?" He asked. I shook my head again. He sighed and pulled out something shiny with a ridged edge. Was that a knife? What was he going to do with that? I flinched back.

He grabbed a lock of my hair and started cutting.

"Ow!" I said and leaped to my feet. The knife got caught and it scraped my back, my knees gave out on me and I fell the ground, hitting my head on the corner of the bed. I rolled onto my back and grabbed at my head. Not only did my cheek hurt a lot less, my back was stinging and my head throbbed like it wouldn’t ever stop. I pushed against my head, hoping pressure would ease the pain. It didn’t. No surprise there.

"Alright, we can do this nicely or I can be mean, it’s up to you," He said coolly.

"Jade. My name is Jade!" I screamed at him. He smiled at put the knife back and took out a pair of scissors.

"Sit up,"He ordered. I sat up, still holding my head. He went behind me and cut off all of my hair. He snapped his fingers. Two men came in one with a broom and pushed away my hair while the other picked me up and placed me on the bed.

"Move your hand," He said. He examined my head were I hit it. He pressed on it and I flinched back. "She may have a small concussion so be careful. If she complains about her head hurting, I would let her rest, and tonight wake her up about every hour or so to make sure she’s not dead," He said. I gulped loudly. I looked from both men frantically.

"What about her back, Doc? I think I sliced it. I didn’t mean to, though. If she wouldn’t have jumped up," The teenager said.

"Stand up and turn around please," The doctor said. I reluctantly did as I was told "Ooh. That couldn’t have felt too good," the doctor joked as he looked over my back. He placed his hand on the cut. I screamed in pain, I tried to keep my feet on the ground.

"This may effect her running a little, maybe she should just watch for a few days and make up the time later, on the weekends?" He suggested.

"No. Everyone here must participate, it doesn’t matter their condition," The teenager said.

"Ian, I’d just let her rest a few days, it’s not good for this deep of a gash," He said. "I’ll need to clean it and stitch it up, then put some gauze on it so it won’t get infected, and I expect you to listen to what I say. I know what is best for her."

"You’re not even a real doctor, she’ll be fine. It’s just a cut," he boy called Ian said.

"I know a lot more of doctoring then you do, and I know for a fact, that she will not be running for a few days and if that means I have to be out in the field everyday, then I will be there," He said. His voice was full of confidence, and for a minute, I wanted his confidence.

"Then I’ll see you there," Ian shouted. Ian started to pace in front of the doctor and I. I watched him go back and forth a few times.

"I’ll need you to follow me, can you do that?" The doctor asked me.

"Can’t you clean and stitch her up in here?" Ian said before I could say anything.

I could see in the doctors eyes that he had wanted to say no to the kid, but he sighed and agreed.

"Sit tight. Don’t let him scare ya, he can’t be older then you are. How old are you?"

"Fifteen," I mumbled.

"Hm, he beat you by a few years. I’ll be back," He turned to Ian. "Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone," He warned. Ian held up his hands and shook his head.

"I won’t!" He said.

The doctor left and it was just Ian and I in my cell. I heard footsteps that were fading in the hallway.

"Fifteen huh?" Ian asked conversationally. I nodded. He smirked. "I just turned seventeen, when’s your birthday?"

I shrugged. I heard Ian give a half hearted laugh.

"I guess I deserve that," He said shaking his head again. I couldn’t help but to stare at him. His hair was cropped short, it was brown. His eyes were shocking green. He looked pretty fit for a seventeen year old. He had average sized muscles in his arms. I’d wondered if he had abs. I was a sucker for abs. I resisted the urge to reach out and check. I twined my fingers in my lap and held on tight. I felt my face get hot. I was embarrassed of the words that traveled through my head. I tore my gaze form him to stare at my fidgeting fingers.

It seemed like hours rather then minutes that the doctor was gone. His hands were full of all types of medical stuff, there was a tiny brown glass bottle, and weird needle and thread, a white big bottle that was a little under half empty, and then he had gauze pads.

I heard Ian sigh of relief.

"Okay, I need you to lay on your stomach, please, I am sorry if this pains you," the doctor said. I laid on my stomach and squeezed tightly to the bed’s frame. The doctor laughed. "I’ll also need you to relax, please," I loosened my grip on the frame. I heard the swishing noise of liquid and a minute later I felt a cold cloth lining the cut. It stung but I bit the pillow to hold back a scream. After he cleaned the cut I felt poking and tugging in my skin, he was stitching now, but how come I didn’t feel it? He must have numbed it. It’s the only explanation I came up with.

"Alright, the stitches will need to come out in about three days, I’m sure they will fall out but come out with time but come see me in three days, and take it easy," He said. He gave me a smile before gathering up his stuff and left.

I glanced at Ian then to the floor again.

"Short hair looks good on you. For others, it doesn’t.," He said then walked out himself, slamming the metal door. I cringed, then winced of the pain. I rolled over and sat up. What was going on here? What was this place? What was the purpose? Where there more people here? Others like me? Who would have the answers to my questions? What was the point in asking questions I know won’t get answered?

I laid back again, with nothing to do but ask unanswered questions. Only one of them really sang in my head. Where was I? It probably wasn’t the best question to be asking at a time like this, but I didn’t know what else to ask. And it seemed the like question that could be answered with time. I hoped. I let out a sigh. What was I going to do? That seemed like a question easily answered. Nothing. I wouldn’t do anything until I got the answers I needed. Didn’t care how I got them, as long as I did.

How I knew this day would come someday, I didn’t know. I hid for as long as I could. But I knew I would get caught. Katie Lynne! Was she okay? What happened to her? What did he do? I quickly became worried, and it became worse when I realized I couldn’t do anything for Kate. Tears threatened to fall, this time, I didn’t stop them, I let them flow until I could feel that my eyes were puffy and red. My body heaved with every sob. I desperately wanted to stop, to be strong, if not for me, then for Katie. But I couldn’t. I tried so hard, and it only made me cry harder. I counted to five and told myself that for Katie Lynne and mom, I shouldn’t be scared. I shouldn’t cry, worry, or anything I would regret later. I would see them again wouldn’t I? I hoped so.