I woke up with the bright light shining in my eyes and a wet feeling on my forehead. I blinked to adjust my eyes to the bright lights. I was surrounded by bars and was laying on hay. I must be back at the Iosia holdiing-cells. They keep us in the holding cells between auctions. I turned my head to see a red-headed girl dipping a ripped piece of a blanket in a water dish. She soon saw me.
"Oh you're awake!" she exclaimed.
"Yup, just woke up." I responded as I looked into her dazzling blue eyes. She looked extremely dazzling. She had remarkable long rolling red hair. Her eyes looked as if they were painted by the most skilled artist of numerous generations, they were a keen soft blue with a crisp mint green. Her skin was a fair pale shade, but not pale enough to look ill, and was lightly flecked with freckles. She looked flawless, other than the scars and bruises that littered her body and famished state her body was in.
"That's good, I didn't know whether or not you were going to live." She said as her ears appeared on her head. She was a Panther-Hybrid.
"Well, I'm alive." I stated not knowing the perfect allignment of words to express to a beautiful girl like her.
"Oh, by the way I'm Breale, your cell-mate." she said as she began to wrap more bits of wet ripped blankets around my wounds.
"I'm Harry." I say.
"Nice to meet you Harry! Can I wash your wings? They look a bit dirty." she asked. I nodded in response as she soaked whatever was left of the blanket in the small amount of water as she washed my wings.
"So what are you being returned for?" she asked.
"Master got bored of me." I stated. "You?" I asked.
"My master's kid broke a window and blamed me for it. So apparently I was too destructive to keep." she said.
We sat in silence for a moment as she cleaned my wings.
"Done." she said proudly.
I look and see my wings a lot whiter now. "Thanks Breale." I sighed. I looked around me and saw all the other hybrids start to sleep. "Breale, we should probably get some rest." I said.
"Okay." she said as she walked over and draped the last blanket over me.
"Breale, you deserve the blanket. I'll be fine." I told her.
"­­No, you're hurt." she told me.
"It's fine. I'm always hurt." I stated. She sighed. "How about we share it?" I asked her. She grinned and nodded as she lied next to me.
This felt nice. Sleeping with someone else without, but not for sex, for comfort. Breale acted as if she cared about me, and no one acted like that towards me for a long time.
It was nice.

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The Next Morning


"Hey! Two Hybrids are not allowed to sleep together!" A guard screamed at Breale and me, waking us up. We practically jumped as the guard grabbed both of us out of our cell to beat us. I was getting punched and kicked everywhere, but I could only focus on the other guard beating Breale.
"Hey! Leave her alone!" I yelled as I escaped the guard's grip and attacked the other guard who was beating Breale. I was about to punch him in his jaw but I felt a cool metal up against my temple. It was a gun.
He was about to pull the trigger. He was about to grant my desire.
But I was pushed out of the way. I heard the loud fire of the gun and saw a small figure with beautiful rolling red hair lying on the ground surrounded by a pool of crimson.
My Breale was dead.
The guards continued to beat me, but I didn't care.
My Breale was dead.
I was thrown back into my cell, as I watched the guards take my Breale's fragile body away and cleaned up her flesh and blood.
They were not going to bury her. They were going to burn her and forget about her.
I sat in the corner of my cell tearing up as I see something shiny in the assorted hay on the floor. I pick it up and see a necklace.
The necklace was a shiny silver with a paper-airplane on it. It must have been Breale's.
I put it on my neck so I can always have a piece of her.
Of my lovely Breale.

Notes

YAY UPDATE!!

Here is the link to what Breale wears because I'm obsessed with Polyvore: Breale


Should I put the other 1D boys in?

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