Thirteen In The Dark: Part 3 I was thrown into the crowd of my unit where I crashed into the unprepared teens who collapsed under my weight. Screams rise in the unit as their footsteps approach. "She is to be called by the name of thirteen." His voice rebounded through the giant rusty room. My arm is soaked in blood from the carving. When the 'them' had hurled me across the room, my body weight crushed my hand. The hand that I am supposed to blacksmith with. Harry swam through the current of people in our unit. "Arellia!" He called. My lips opened to speak but nothing would come out. It is like one of those nightmares where you are unable to scream but turned into reality. I wish someone could help me... "Where is she?" Harry chokes up. A shorter girl points to my blood covered face as he finds his way to me. His hands touch my face, only to be smothered in thick dry blood. "Oh my god... What did they do to you?" Again when I want to answer him my voice won't come out. I want to wake up, and I want to wake up right now. "Arellia.... Are you ok?" Maybe I am just in shock but I cannot talk. My breath is deep but I think that I may have punctured my lungs or broken a rib. My lungs are barely drawing in the damp musty air. A deep burning sensation takes over my body as I am finally able to scream out. I think it is louder than I thought because the black glass shatters and the room floods with light. My eyes open to see everyone with their eyes covered and scattering like rats in a dungeon. For the first time I am able to see everyone's face... Not just a small glimpse of red light on a shadowy figure. Harry is even paler than I am. The apple tree... our food. I never realized it was grown straight in the middle of the room. My body cannot move, but I am able to turn my neck to see the ones still adjusting to the bright sun.