Industries (on hold)

The Broadcast

I awake, once again, at home. How I got there, I have no idea. I sit up and see Lilia. She's watching tv but I can tell she's not paying attention. Her eyes are red and puffy, and she keeps on sniffling. I yawn and she looks at me. She gives me a halfhearted smile. "Where's my mom?" I ask. All of a sudden, my eyes burn with tears for no reason at all. "She's at the-" she can't even finish her sentence before I burst into an ugly monstrosity of sobbing and hyperventilating. My life is a mess. My brother has a high risk of getting killed, my mom is busy with work along with my dad, and my best friend is taking time out of her schedule for me and I don't know if I can repay her. "It's alright. You're safe. The whole towns looking for him." This makes me freeze for a second. The whole town? I sigh. "It won't work." I cry, in between sobs. "Why not?" Lilia asks. The truth is, I don't know WHY, I just know. I feel it in my gut. All of a sudden, the TV turns on automatically, the way it does for an emergency broadcast. Eliza Wollopps big head is on the screen. "Citizens of the Industries, this is an emergency broadcast. Please stop what you're doing and listen. There was a shooting at the local spa this afternoon. A few wanted posters have been put up around town saying to look for the man. DO NOT. This man is dangerous and we don't know what he's capable of. His main target, April Zerony will be under house lockdown for her safety, and ours. If you have any information about this man, please head to town hall immediately. The industries thank you. Goodbye." Just as suddenly as it turned on, the Tv turned off. My mouth dropped open. I was never told I'd be under "house lockdown". I look out my window. Sure enough, there are guards out there. "I knew she wouldn't help if she found out." I mutter. "What do you mean?" Lilia asks. "That women hates my guts!" I scream. "April give me one good reason why you think she hates you." Lilia sneers. "Ever since I was little, she tries to make my life miserable. She put me in a slowed class in the lower school, even when I was in accelerated the year before, and only got a B on one test!" I grumble. "Are you sure she's in charge of that stuff?" "SHE HATES ME AND THATS THE BOTTOM LINE, OKAY! LOOK IM NOT SAFE WHEN SHE TRIES TO MAKE ME SAFE. IM NOT SAFE NOW AND I NEVER WILL BE!" I cry, right before I plop down on the couch, sobbing. I finally wrapped my head around it. I'm not safe.