chp. 3 of story1

Hey guys! New installment, chp. 3, or part three, of my story. Sorry this is like, way late, I've been super busy! Enjoy!

After breakfast, I’m off to work. I stride carefully, confidently down the bleak hallways. Every so often, a door appears, doors I know are already locked, but I could easily guess on what’s inside any given door in this hall. In another minute or so, I reach the right door. I raise my wrist band to the scanner, and it gives off an automated beep. The door’s lock pops, and it swings open. For the umpteenth time, rows and rows of gleaming skulls grin at me eerily. Three of the walls or covered in shelves, in which are covered with skulls. On the fourth wall, the wall the door is on, are drawers, filled with the other bones of hundreds upon hundreds of people. Every time I walk into this room, my stomach lurches, and I try my best to keep my face from becoming a sickly shade of green. The Official to the right of the door hands me a packet of paper clipped to a clip board. Numbers stream down the page, with blanks in front of each. We check each skull for their number, marking a check for present and question mark for missing skulls. Some of the other jobs we do at work include counting the skulls, sorting the bones in the drawers and plenty of other gruesome tasks. Of course, I had to be good enough at organization and math to be sorted into this work category, just my luck. This job takes a little over three hours, and when I’m done, I’m off to assist with waste management. Again, just my luck.

I have the next few parts written, but I wanted to leave this one like this! The next one will probably be tomorrow!

~Youngmusician77

Update

Hey guys! New updates for the story soon, I spent literally like, three hours writing up character backgrounds, setting, and outline, etc. blah blah blah.... I'll have the next chapter up tomorrow!

~Youngmusician77

Part 2

Hey guys! You seemed to like the beginning of my story! :D
Anyways, I figured I'd post the next part (: Comments are welcome!

I walk steadily out the door, down the hall, to the Steam. The Steam is basically a multi-person bathroom, with 30 or so showers, 15 toilets, a lot of sinks, and other little bathroom nessecities here and there. I go over to a cupboard, and take a pair of clothes, long gray tights with an equally gray shirt to match, off the shelf marked with my size. I quickly hurry to take my shower. The steam and warmth sharpening my mind and senses. When I’m finished I quickly dress and head to the cafeteria. Breakfast is a tasteless, no doubt “nutrient filled” pasty oatmeal. I find myself a seat next to a small blonde girl, who looks about ten, and go about eating my breakfast.

“What’s your name?” she asks me with a tiny smile. My spoon falls into my bowl, and I gaze at her dumb founded  “I’m Julyn.” She speaks again. I clear my throat, and glance around nervously. We are the only ones in the cafeteria, and the food personel are focused intently on talking to each other, cooking, and their hairnets. I clear my throat again, preparing to reply.

“Del-” I manage, then reach my hand for my throat. The burning sensation is terrible. The girl gives me a thoughtful look, then frowns slightly.

“No one around here but me talks very well,” she tells me “Actually, you’re the only one whose told me your name.” her frown quickly turns into a smile

“It’s nice to meet you Del. Can you say anything else?” she furrows her brow. I close my eyes for a moment, wondering what to tell her. I know quite a few words, but saying them is difficult.

“No speak.” I tell her softly, frowning at her, hoping she understands my message. My throat burns so much from this small statement, I quickly pick up my mug and guzzle down the water inside it. Julyn pauses a moment, deep in thought. A moment or two later, she lifts her head again.

“I’m not supposed to be able to talk am I?” She asks, quieter this time. I nod slightly, as more people start to enter the cafeteria. I quickly pull my finger across my lips and cross my heart as a symbol that she can trust me, and to keep her little mouth shut. For now. 

Thats all for now, switching to black ink though, because though blue burns against the bornw xD Hope you enjoyed! More to come. 

~Youngmusician77

New Project!

Hey guys! I've been neglecting this blog! So sorry! I'm working on a new story, and between writing it, and school and such, I've been rather busy! Anyways, as an apology for ignoring my wonderful blog, here the first part of my new story:

Ugh. I scrunch my eyes closed tighter. The blaring white still seeps into my view. A minute later, I give up and open my eyes. The lights are still off, and my head aches. It’s obviously not time for Waking yet. I sigh and blink rapidly, willing myself to seal the split in my head that I am sure is there. The girl in the bed next to mine moans softly in her sleep. I sigh. I hate this place. It’s bloody awful. This place seriously lacks in color, expressions, free time, and the good emotions. I don’t even know what the good emotions are, just that they’re not here. The work they have us do is deathly boring, and twice as terrifying. Not as much now as it used to be though, you get used to it after a while. I wonder if there used to be comfort in others. Now the only comfort is knowing your bloody work is done and you can remove yourself from this dreaded place, emotionally of course. I close my eyes a moment longer, willing my brain to remove the seal off its memories. I’m rewarded with nothing but an old thought. A song, singing my name to a vaguely familiar tune. Delyncey, Delyncey. It calls to me softly. It makes my heart ache. Nothing in this entire bloody place is right! Nothing, not a face, a smell, a sight, a taste, or a sound that gives me a glance into me. I spend most of my hours that aren’t spent working trying to think. Think about what lies behind this place. I call it the Cloud. And quite the cloud it is, gray and menacing. I open my eyes again and move my tongue around my mouth thoughtfully, feeling my teeth. I get up silently, tip toeing carefully to the metal door. Out of habit, I reach toward the door and pull. Locked. No surprise there. I study my face in the shiny silver surface. My red hair and gray eyes study me as I study them. My hair is neat but wavy, my eyes look hard. My drab nightgown hangs off of me. I’m skinny as a stick, despite the fact of how large the portions they give us are, also that I eat all of it. I glance at the electronic schedule board secured to the wall next to the door. Today is Saturday, I have exercise and work. My reflection frowns at me. Basically, exercise is walking around in a circle for three hours, and work is work. I glance back at my reflection and my throat burns as I move my tongue a certain way, mimicking an Official I saw doing the same. I move my tongue and push my throat in a certain way to make a sound. I am rewarded with a small, startled sounding sound, the letter “I”. I see a smile grow on my face, then a grimace. The sound makes my throat burn. I am determined to teach myself to speak. I know how, I can feel, but when I try, the pain is intense, the sounds soft and unintelligible, and the risk high. I know every letter of the alphabet from school, by my age, somewhere around 15 or 16 I assume, you’re expected to write fluently. Of course we only write official things, like notes sent from Work, or records of other people. I suppose sorting information, running it through and recording it could be interesting, all the things you could learn about, but all the information is coded, and all the names are numbered. I wonder if anyone here has a name but me. At least I think I have a name. I study myself in the door again. I guess I kind of look like a Delyncey. Other girls in the room stir and I take a glance at the electronic schedule again. It’s only a couple minutes to Waking, and I scurry quickly but quietly back to my bed, tucking myself under the covers just as the lights go on, as well as the cameras, and the Waking call. I can hear the audible pop of the door unlocking, and quickly jump out of bed. 



More will be updated soon!

~Youngmusician77

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