Aleigha and Jada sat on the bed, side by side. Jada sobbed into Aleigha's shoulder, a renewed memory that her child had died during the procedure to take the residue out of her fetus.
Aleigha tried to be a good friend. Jada was like a sister. She had been since she first started training her with the bladed staff.
"Aleigha, Jada, come to the door!" a stern voice called from the isolation dorm's entrance. It was a guard with high-ranking insignia on his collar.
Both girls stood up slowly. One was actively sobbing, the other had tears falling silently down her cheeks. When they reached the isolation door, four guards stood waiting, flanking the high-ranking guard. Aleigha and Jada looked at each other before steeling themselves.
The barrier opened, and the guards rushed in and quickly bound them, not giving the girls time to react. Neither of the girls spoke nor fought the guards. They knew something was going on. They just didn't know what it was.
