Chapter 2 He’s still Biggie, but I’m Not So ‘Twiggy’ Now eh? Part 5

“Come now, you can’t expect to get it on your first try! Stop crying, and just try it again. I know you can do it. We all know you can do it, so just don’t give up. You hear me Amelia? Never give up. No matter what happens, promise me that you’ll always keep your chin up high. Promise me that you will never let anybody step on you. Promise me that you will never stop trying. Right Amy? Promise me!”
“I promise”
Amelia opened her eyes slowly, and realised that she was in the exact same room as the one she had awoken in several hours ago. She twitched her fingers in fear of the pain that would engulf her body from having been outside in the rain, then realised that she had not been out in the rain. She turned and stood up from the bed to find a note on the floor. She brushed off the dust and dirt from the paper and squinted her eyes to try and decipher what was undoubtedly Din’s horrendous handwriting.
“Mornin’ sleeping beauty! I hope you’re feeling better. Art and I are down in the Atrium getting a cup of water. If you wake up before we get back, feel free to just walk down the hallway and meet up with us. Before you do any of that though, I want you to count to 10, say your name 6 times, and make sure you can move all of your limbs. Art and I still don’t really know why you passed out, so if you feel weak at all, don’t just stay there. We’ll see you soon. Later Amy!”
Amelia scoffed at the use of “Amy”. It felt familiar and comforting, yet the fact that Din used it made the name utterly vile to her. I’ll have to give him a good smack later she thought, as she walked out of the room that had surprisingly begun to feel like a home to her. She shook her head to remove that thought
As she stepped outside, she noticed that the hallway was completely empty. What used to be a small hallway packed with people was now as barren as the desert outside.
Amelia remembered the way to go from her earlier trek that had been so rudely interrupted by Arthur, and began to walk down through the empty hallway. She made her way quickly through the seemingly endless tube of doors and found herself in the Atrium, which was now full of people. Puzzled, Amelia scratched her head and approached a man by the edge of the crowd. She jumped a few times to try and see over the sea of people, but to no avail, and finally decided to ask the man what was going on.
She tapped the man on the shoulder and was immediately met with a fist to the face. The man had smacked her without even a glance.
Amelia laid on the floor holding her cheek. She felt herself turning red both with embarrassment and the blood cells that would heal the blow. She clenched her fist, catching sand in her palm. She stared at the craggy ground for a second longer and felt the heat from her face moving down to her neck and her chest. She looked up at the man that hit her, who had apparently taken interest in the girl that he assaulted and was looking down at her. Their eyes met and Amelia could feel the heat reaching the tips of her toes.
She could see the man’s lips moving, but she couldn’t hear what he was saying. The man was certainly talking, but the vibrations were hitting Amelia’s ears far too slowly for the words that they should be creating were incomprehensible. Amelia felt herself relax her muscles, getting ready to tighten them in order to stand up, and fell unconscious. “Finally”