It was now the next day. Red didn't come back for my lunch, or dinner. I lied in bed again, feeling like dirt. There was literally no use in getting up from bed. And I'm actually being serious. I couldn't do anything in here. I just drink water and use the bath and that was it.

I noticed the showers didn't have any shampoo or soap.

Did they think I would try to kill myself by drinking shampoo or something?

I decided not to shower yesterday, but maybe today I'll get cleaned today.

But one thing did bother me.

Do I like, wear the same clothes for now on? And the same underwear?

And what about my... lady problems?

I sighed, still laying in my white bed. I also realized I don't really have a blanket.

I decided to get up and look at the time.

7:12am...

I guess I'll shower.

•~•~•

I jumped out of the shower, turning off the foist as the water stopped falling. The only water falling was from my now cleaned body. At the moment I felt so fresh that I took a deep breath and smiled to myself.

Maybe I'm a little glad I'm stuck in this room and not in those cells, but I do feel sorry for the others.

The shower was a topical home shower room like what you see in a normal home. A mirror, the small cabinet under the sink, a toilet and the shower. But there was one thing missing.

Towels.

"Is there seriously no towels here?!" I said out load. I felt so irritated and mad at how there was no towels!

I'll wet my normals clothes if I put them on now. Nothing to dry my hair with, nothing to brush it to!

"No hair brush?!" I yelled.

But then I stopped myself from being all mad. Why should I have the stuff I needed? I'm a prisoner, of coarse. They won't put things in here to make me comfortable. "Ugh..." I scoffed, still feeling irritated.

I just threw on my clothes, already feeling that they are getting soaked by all my wet skin. Even the back of my neck as well.

Just great.

I walked out of the bathroom, then walking back to my bed to suffer there. I sat atop of my bed, then looking over at the top of my wall that was right next to the glass wall at the end of the room.

7:46am....

I take long showers.

I looked back down at my lap, feeling incredible lonely at that moment.

Honestly, I really do wish Red was here. I don't know why, but I feel like. I feel, when I talk to him. I feel something when he told the two solders to go away. Or when we touched feet under the glass. Even when he was teasing me, I felt like I had a friend somehow.

But I know if I called him my friend, he would get mad. Yesterday was only a one time thing and it won't happen again. Besides, he must be a really busy man, he's the leader and after all.

He won't come even on his free time though.

The "medic" he said he would send didn't come at all yesterday to. But I feel like my little scar is fine. I didn't really need a medic anyway. The scar did bruise, and when I touched it there was a little bit of pain.

Maybe he forgot about me?

Wait, what if he did forget about me?

What if he didn't care after all?!

Maybe I'm just annoying...?

Maybe I'm just to much to handle to...?

Maybe I'm not worth it...?

Nothing ever goes my way anyway...

No one loves me... no one.

BEEP!!!!

The same beeping sound came on and I immediately looked up at the door and the clock at the same time.

8:03am...

How long was I day dreaming...?

I looked at the door opening, seeing the food cart man coming. He had a tray ready for me already. The same old food I assume. He slid it under the hole that I crawled out of yesterday.

I sighed and walked up to the food, feeling my stomach growl.

I should just tell them to stop making food for me, it's pretty much a wast—

I stopped my thought, see what food it was once I picked up the tray.

Waffles with blueberries on the side and maple syrup all over it to. Eggs cooked scrambled and toast toasted lightly with butter melted.

And a strawberry jam package on the side.

I stayed in awe as I saw the very delicious food that my mouth started to water. "Who cooked this amazing food!?" I said out loud.

"Red leader did." A voice said. I looked over behind the glass and saw that the man didn't leave yet. He also looked at me weirdly, maybe because I was still wet from showering.

"O-Oh..." I said quietly, feeling embarrassed. "I didn't know he cooks the food around here." I said again, looking down at my food in hoping that this conversation would be over so I could dig in.

"He doesn't." Is all he said. "He's never this generous to others, especially prisoners. You have it out lucky kid, no one gets that kind of treatment." He said, with an also lack of emotion.

I was confused for a while. Why would he make me food? Like this?

Does he feel sorry for me...?

"Why...?" I asked, in hoping I would get answer. I didn't exactly get an answer, I only got a shrug and he took something from the smaller food cart. It was a red water bottle.

He bent over and rolled it under the glass and it hit my foot. Then he left and locked the door with another beep.

I was confused for a while, then I looked down at the water bottle with the red cap and red rubber rapped around it.

Since my hands with full, I speed walked to my bed and placed my blessed food there and walked to the water bottle. I eyed it for a second and picked it up off the ground, noticing behind the water bottle was a sticky note stuck to it.

"Enjoy." - Red.

Even if the note lacked any sentences, I smiled.

I hurried to my food, actually can't wait to eat for once in my life.

I sat atop my bed again, then taking the...

I don't have any cuddlier...

I have hands.

That wasn't going to stop me from eating. I started eating with my hands and, oh god! Everything was delicious!

Literally, I was actually enjoying myself for once. Back before this all happened with me and my home town being captured, all I was eating was noodles or KD (craft dinner). Which, I stole from stores most of times.

I was half way done with everything, but I felt a little thirsty. I grabbed the water bottle and popped off the cap that was also apart of the bottle.

I took a drink of the water and...

It's not water...

It's just grape juice.

"This days keeps getting better and better!" I said to myself, now taking more.

I sighed in relief at this moment. I felt so nice for once in my life.

BEEP!!!!

I quickly looked up at who was coming in the room, a little scared if it was those two again.

The big white door opened and Red walked in. We immediately made eye contact and he saw me going at it with the food.

"I see you like the food." He said, closing the door with the loud beep.

I smiled and looked down at my not yet eaten toast, then picking it up to stuff my face. I looked up at him with a full mouth and nodded happily. I heard a small laugh come from him as I did.

It was only a small one.

I heard the glass rising upwards, making me face him once again. I chewed down my toast and had some more of the grape juice I was given. He walked my way and looked down at me,  clearly wanting to say something but nothing came out.

"Thank you by the way." I said, looking up at him. Still, he didn't say anything yet he looked at me weirdly. I was confused for a while, then I finally realized that he was probably giving me the weird eye because I was still wet and my hair was damp.

"Why do you look like a dried cloth?" He asked, making me a little bit offended. "I mean, no offence." He finished.

I sighed, trying to find the best way to tell him without him thinking I'm complaining. "There was no towels in the bathroom, or shampoo and a blanket here for me." I said, then looking down at the side of my bed.

I didn't like asking for stuff. I'm just trying to be grateful for what I'm given.

"I'll be coming back." Is all he said. He walked away from me in a hurry and walked all the way to the door and closing the glass.

"Where are you going?" I asked, not getting an answer. He typed in the key pad thing and a green light flickered. The door open by his pull and then he was gone.

I wondered what was all that about. What was the rush for? Clearly something he probably forgot about. Something important.

•~•~•

I lied in bed again, not doing anything as I waited for my lunch to come. I really hoped Red cooked something for me again, but then again why would he? I know for a fact that he only did because he felt sorry.

He felt sorry for the broken girl.

I was all dried up by now, though my clothes felt damp and dull. I might as well suffer with this then.

BEEP!!!!

I immediately got up as soon as I heard it. I pushed myself up with my hand and looked towards the big heavy door. A light flickered in green and it opened.  A big plastic container was the first thing I saw, along with Red pushing it in.

But the door was open long enough for me to hear yelling from the people as well. They yelled;

"Scum!"

"Please let us out!?"

"I have a family!"

"Where are my kids!"

"Why her."

I ignored it all, focusing on Red.

Did he just push that all the way here like that? No cart or help?

He's the leader of this damn place!

"Red, what's this?" I asked, getting up from my bed and walking over to the glass.

"Stuff." He said with a small huff of air as he was done. He shut the door with a big thud, meaning the door was secured and locked. He walked up to the key pad and typed in the numbers again.

The glass opened and I stood back a bit. "What is it?" I asked, hoping I'd get an answer the second time.

He kicked it of what I assume was out of anger. He narrowed his eye at it then pushing it again. "Stuff that was supposed to be in this room. Idiots forgot to re-stock the rooms for prisoners." He complied. He put both hands on his hips and looked down at the bin in annoyance, then kicking it again.

Re-stock?

"Um," I paused. "Re-stock?" I said in confusion. He then took a breath of frustration, clearly to annoyed to answer. "Sorry..." I apologized. "But why did you bring it by yourself?" I asked. "You could have told someone to bring it for you."

"Everyone isn't unavailable."

I stood for a second in silence, asking myself if I should keep quiet or ask another question.

I looked at the bin on the floor, not knowing what to do.

Do I take it...?

I heard a small scoff. "Ain't you going to open it?" He said in an annoyed way. I looked up at him in a small hurry and said; "okay."

I walked up to it and bent over to pull it away from him more, making it sit in the centre of the room. "Why did you move it away from me?" He asked, yet again with a lack of emotion. But I could still hear the small irritation in his voice.

"What...?" I asked, looking up at him in confusion.

"Never mind. Just open it."

A/n

Boi this chapter was uneventful.

Promise I'll make the next chapter better :)

     P.s I RE-EDITED THIS BECAUSE Y'ALL MAKING FUN OF ME FROM MISSPELLING SOAP INTO SOUP!! That's embarrassing lol got a lot to fix.