So, we didn't escape apparently.
I still barely know what's going on, but I know more now:
W.I.C.K.E.D. is a real pain in the ass, walking through sand dunes should be considered a sport, and searching for a mysterious rebel group is like searchin...
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Twelve years before...
"STEPHEN?" I BREATHED OUT a shaky breath, my whisper shattering the suffocating silence of the midnight corridors.
My echo was the only response.
Inching forward slowly, I peeked my head into the next hallway.
Like every other corridor in this never-ending labyrinth, the hall was a dull grey decorated by only the titanium laboratory doors and the average double-doors leading from one dull corridor to another.
The hallways were long and winding, twisting and turning into something of a cold, concrete maze—barely glistening in the harsh fluorescent lights beaming obnoxiously from the ceiling.
My blue eyes skimmed across the hallway, a strand of my messy brunette hair falling across my face as I searched for any lingering night guards still on duty—and thirsty for trouble.
The guards are really mean here.
And for what? Like they are always ready to get a kid in trouble for the tiniest of things.
This one girl that used to sleep two bunks from me went wandering around the Compound one night, and I haven't seen her since—it's been three weeks and I've been too scared to ask the nurses.
Truth be told, I've been too scared to ask the nurses any questions—like, where am I? Why am I here?
And where is my big brother?
The last time I saw him was about a month ago, when we first arrived at the Compound. We were separated by the nurses immediately after getting off the train, brushing our protests off with bullcrap excuses like "you'll see each other soon".
It's been a month.
And I want to see my brother. I want to see Stephen. I need to make sure he's alright.
I need to make sure he's alright.
He's all I have left.
So, here I am, gallantly exploring the ever-twining hallways of this seemingly endless asylum in search for my big brother—no matter how annoying the big ol' crybaby is.
