Disease (PART 5)
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dfendyr
dfendyr I'm gonna be my own hero.
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Ive been here almost a week. I hate it. The cold hard floor. The glass window with jagged metal bars attached. The nasty food. The smirking guards. The most of all the man. The one who comes everyday trying to get me to talk. Nothing works. I'm sot stupid. No one has visited me but i dont care i want to be alone. If anyone came I would freak go crazy.

Disease (PART 5)

Ive been here almost a week. I hate it. The cold hard floor. The glass window with jagged metal bars attached. The nasty food. The smirking guards. The most of all the man.

The one who comes everyday trying to get me to talk. Nothing works. I'm sot stupid. No one has visited me but i dont care i want to be alone. If anyone came I would freak go crazy.

That's one of the syndromes of the disease. I will be cured in a week. I could die from it but they say its worth it. I want out. I will fight till i can pay cal for what he's done.

They slide the food through and i growl at the smirk that comes from the window on my door. I hate the guards. My nails are raw and bloody from trying to get out.

I gave up yesterday or so they think. Little do they know i got a stone out and found a pathway. I tried it yesterday but sadly it was a dead end.

The lights shifts outside and the door creaks open. The man walks in. Again. Today he's wearing a black top and gray bottoms. He smiles that nasty half smirk half grimace.

He than sits on the chair that's welded to the floor. I glare at it wishing i could take it and smash the window open and jump. Do anything but get the cure.

" hello Cassandra" he says in his snotty voice. I turn " hello cal" i spit his name my mouth forming into a silent snarl.

Of course cal is perfectly safe here they could jump in and electrocute me if i so much as moved wrong.

" are you ready to answer my questions?

" He asks raising an eye brow i smile a sweet innocent smirk " no" his facade drops and he jumps up his face red from anger " you listen to me i need those questions answered before you get

the cure! And i will get them" i nod " ok cal you get your answers" he walks out says something to the guards and they shut the door.

I breath out a sigh of relief as i hear the lock click into place. I will not be afraid of him i say over and over but every time he comes to 'visit' its worse. He's turning into a monster.

They've turned him. I shake the thought and watch the door. Waiting and waiting. Hours pass and i keep watching. Than yelling starts i get up slowly walking over to the door.

I look out to see half the building gone. Just like that the ward is broken in two. People are screaming and yelling. My door opens and a woman with a bandana grabs my arm.

She has blue eyes and her hair pulled up. She's strong as she drags me down and pulls me to a laundry shoot.

"Down than go left to the truck get in the back" that's all she says as several guards spot us and run towards seeing us. She drops some thing and pushes me down.

I go into darkness and than fall into a bin. The lady falls beside me than grabs me and we run to the truck. She pushes me into the back and jumps in the front.

She pulls off the bandana and i see her face. The face of my mother. The door shuts and we move. I get thrown around and get several more bruises. She than guns it and i hit the back of my head.

She doesn't stop till we get to some bumpy road. Than she slams the brakes and opens the back leaving the truck and pulling out a motorcycle. I gulp and we both hop on.

Than we zoom away till we come to a abandoned barn. She pulls us inside and than turns " hi darling". I look around its cozy with an old sofa bunk beds and than i see several people.

"What is this place?" I ask still looking around. "Rebel camp" she says pulling her jacket off "welcome home". I still cant believe it. My mother who died 10 years ago is here. Alive.

And i got out of the wards. No one has ever managed to do that. Than I remember my fathers obsession with explosions. And all i can think is: my mom is alive. I made it. I'm now a rebel.

A/N

Hey so i decided to make another bit. I think this is going to be my last post before camping but i will post after. Hope you enjoyed please tell me your likes and dislikes in the comments.

Hope you have a great day and week.

Zan over and out<3

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