Immoral - G. Bailey Page 0,1
back. Thirty days. Thirty days of being locked in here without hearing another voice is getting to me now. I want to hear people, and I miss seeing anyone. Are the angels going to leave me locked in here until I go mad?
Am I going to be trapped in here forever? The air suddenly feels like it’s disappearing, and I close my eyes, reminding myself my mates will always try to come for me. I have to hope that someone can save me. Or I will find a way to save myself. I guess I could start digging through the brick wall with this nail…it would take a million years, but it could work. God, Kaitlyn, you have officially lost it. Dropping the nail on the floor, I climb onto my bed and look at my ghost friend and wonder, not for the first time, how exactly he got beheaded. Do angels behead people? Somewhere between my thoughts on beheading and why there is a ghost here when there wasn’t another ghost besides Ren in the academy, I fall asleep only to be woken up by the sound of locks clicking, a sound I haven’t heard before. I jolt to my feet, grabbing the nail and quickly shoving it into my hoodie pocket in case I need it.
The door swings open, hitting the wall, and two angels I have never seen before step in. They both are dark angels with matching uniforms that are pure white in colour. Thick armour covers their chest and shoulders, and white helmets cover all of their faces except for their eyes. Both of their dark wings are tucked behind them, a harsh contrast to the white uniforms.
“You are being moved for the trial tomorrow afternoon,” the guard on the right informs me, his accent thick and Welsh, if I’m correct. Hearing another person’s voice after so long is relaxing, and I find myself speechless. “Walk ahead, and make one move, you will be handcuffed and placed back in your room until tomorrow instead of the waiting area. This is a kindness to you.”
The guard shivers as the headless ghost walks through his body and out into the corridor.
“Got it,” I reply, nodding my head once and stepping forward. As I walk past them, the angel that hasn’t talked yet tightly grabs my elbow, digging his meaty fingers into my skin. That’s going to bruise.
“Vampire bitch. Don’t bite anyone, that’s against the rules too,” he warns with so much distaste and hate coating his words.
“Wow, anyone might think you hate vampires. What did we do to you?” I sarcastically reply with a sweet tone. He narrows his eyes at me before he lifts his hand and smacks me hard across the face. I would fall to the floor, but his tight grip on my arm stops me from falling. I cover my cheek with my hand, wishing it was worth it to kill this nasty bully.
“Bert, let her go,” the other guard warns his friend, and immediately he drops my elbow. I grit my teeth as I walk forward out into the corridor, which is just more grey stone wall and ceiling lights that match the ones in my room. My cheek throbs, but I drop my hand from it and beg my eyes not to water. Reacting would give them a good reason to put me back in that room. My need to escape this room is far larger than my desire to punch the angel guard. Glancing back at the ghost, my only friend for a whole month, I mentally pray he finds some kind of peace. Being stuck in that room is a fate worse than death. Seeing as there is only a flat concrete wall on the other end of the corridor, I head the other way and move quickly towards the metal door with a tiny window. I vaguely notice there isn’t a single other door down here, like they don’t trust me to be around anyone. It doesn’t stand well for my supposed trial tomorrow.
What the hell am I meant to do next?
I stop in front of the door, crossing my arms as the asshole Bert grabs a key off his belt and unlocks the door. Immediately a fresh breeze blows over me, and I suck in the air like I’ve never breathed before. Bert shoves me between my wings, making me stumble into the grass clearing, and I turn back, glaring at him as his guard friend shuts