Number 13

Where am I?

        ''Hey! Wake up man, you still even alive?''
Shiro slowly opened his eyes to see an unknown face of a young about about his age maybe younger looking down upon him.
''Well hello there! I thought you were dead! Names Satoshi'' The boy said with a huge smile.
Not knowing where he was, Shiro began to panic.
''Woah calm down there bud'' Laughed Satoshi as he sat Shiro down in front of him.
''Where am I?!'' Asked Shiro.
''Not really sure myself about that, but please dont freak out any more you will regret it, trust me man''.
''Why? What will happen to me? Wait! Where am i again?''.
''Not sure all I know is the guys that do are never seen again, and dude I told you i dont know where the hell we are okay?!''
''How can we get out? I don't want to stay in the creepy ass place!''
'' No idea I've been here for god knows how long couple years perhaps? I dont know really but none of us have ever escaped alive before.''
''You're no help at all!'' Shiro began to panic again.
''Be quiet, look I'm sorry but you see all those other cells in this nasty room? They all have at least 2 or more boys in them all between the ages of 9 to 17. We are all in the same position as you and some of us have been here for far longer than you have and we been through way more shit than you have so far. Just wait till you find out what they do to us. I was just like you I just randomly woke up here one day and I've been here ever since and even so being here for quite a while i know nothing about this place, just that Its not right how they treat us. Anyway dude, what's you're name?''
''Shiro, It's Shiro''.
''Nice name, glad to have ya as my new cell mate'' Satoshi says as he pats Shiro on the back.
        
        While looking around at all the other cells filled with boys. Shiro noticed that some were missing body parts. Some of the boys had a missing hand, leg or even their whole lower body. The only thing that all the boys seemed to have in common is that they all wore the same baggy grey shorts and black sweater with a number printed on it in the colour white. Although none of the numbers were the same they all started with number 1. Shiro quickly looked down to see what number he had gotten and the number was 13. He had always hated that number, maybe it was because it was such an unlucky number he didn't quite know why he had hated it but he did.