I wake up sometime after that, not sure how long it’s been. I
barely have the strength to open my eyes, I’m so tired. My throat is about as
moist as an endless desert. I know I can’t stand up; it’s just not possible. So
I army crawled all the way to the door. When I was in finger’s length of the
door, it opened and smacked me right in the nose. I looked up, clutching my
nose. In front of me was a Parana.
“So this is the girl suspected of being disobedient?”
The dorm director nods. “Yes sir. I
caught her sneaking out of the dorm after curfew. The other Jocks also wouldn’t
be surprised if she was a misfit.”
Jocks.
Misfit. What the hell? I thought no one knew those words. Have the Paranas been
hiding everything from us? Have we really just been hiding in a bubble?
Everything we grew up believing in has been a complete lie. Are we even safe
here? I’ve known for a while that being “lost” or an “L” meant being killed or
executed. Is this just a place to cover up murder? Are we really so gullible?
I’ve seen almost everyone believing the lies they told us, doing whatever they
were told to do. I wouldn’t be surprised if at one point they killed someone
for the “greater good” or whatever they say to cover up the real word: murder. So,
I call the Parana exactly what he is, with whatever is left of my voice. I
force the word out of my mouth.
“Murderer.”
At this, his eyes widen. “The girl
knows of the words. We must dispose of her immediately.”
He
walked out the door, and didn’t look back once. My last hope of leaving just
died. I felt my eyelids becoming heavy. I was so tired. I wish I could go to
sleep. I try to keep my eyes open, but it’s just too overwhelming and hard.
Then, I hear voices. Not the usual drone-like voices, but yelling. That would
never happen. It must be one of my many hallucinations. But then, the voices
get louder. It sounds vaguely familiar, but I cannot tell because I’ve never heard
a voice in this tone before. With few loud thumps, the door crashes down. I
feel like an angel has just saved me and brought me to heaven or wherever
angels go. I try to look up at the angel above me.
Instead
I see Will.
