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Ch. 10

Okay but I have good excuses this time!

Work, school, and drama practice have been kicking my butt lately. Especially work. Hopefully I’ll be quitting soon and getting a new job. I can’t handle being there all weekend and till midnight on school nights; I need a job with better hours, a minimum wage pay, and breaks for non-minors. It’s having effects on my grades. I should actually be recovering from my senior slide right now but GUESS WHAT heha…

Anyway, sorry for the shortness of this chapter. I was gonna include more but it was getting REALLY long and you guys have been waiting a while so HEY why not post part!? So yeah, not much happens I guess, but it’s better than nothing, right?

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My consciousness waned in and out. I wasn’t quite asleep but never really awoke. Stuck in a dreamlike state, but worse. When I dream I can usually either tell that I am dreaming or wake myself up. This time it was different. The things I saw, heard, felt – I could not tell if they were real. I could never rouse myself to make sure. Just stuck in a mind-tumbling abyss.

Rough hands grabbed me and tossed me around. Bumblebee immobile under the freezing gas. Sam was yelling, demanding something. Barricade’s evil red eyes glared as he crushed me. Arms held me firmly, protectively. People were running through the streets, screaming. Men in black armor swarmed over me like insects. My body stung like fire then faded into an icy cool. A police car ran me over, driving me into the ground. I was falling…falling…

THUMP

I snapped awake. My eyes darted around and my heartbeat thudded like a sledgehammer against my chest, but it began to subside as I realized that I was fully conscious again. It was loud, but my ears felt plugged. I was strapped to the back of whatever I was sitting on and propped somewhat upwards. Three people sat across from me. And armored man and... The hackers! Maggie (her hair had green streaks, just like it was supposed to) and Glen, wearing big headphones with microphones, were looking at me.

A soft, well-manicured hand brushed my hair out of my face. I rotated my head towards the gesture and found Mikaela sitting to my right. She too was buckled in with big earphones on her head. She smiled simply, sadly.

“Mm,” I groaned. Not quite what I was going for, so I tried again. My throat felt like I was swallowing gravel. “Where…?” I heard my own voice crackling through earphones, caught by the microphone in front of me. I sounded pathetic. I had expected my voice to be a full octave lower like it felt, but instead it was small and childish.

“We’re in a helicopter.” Sam’s voice answered. “They won’t tell us where we’re going.”

Turning my head to the left, I looked for the boy. He sat on my other side, watching me with concerned eyes. In fact, everyone was looking at me. The teens, the hackers, everyone but the armored man. It made me nervous.

I tried to sit up. Everything hurt, and I groaned. “Bee?” I asked, my memory still foggy.

The query was met with silence. I looked at Mikaela, then Sam. Neither of them would meet my eyes.

Oh.

I slumped against my straps. They didn’t let me go far, so I let my neck relax and my head fell against my chest like a dead corpse. I had failed. I had known what was coming and had done nothing to stop it. I didn’t warn anyone when I remembered and then I forgot. I remembered too late and then I could do nothing to help. I was stupid, weak, and utterly useless. You were supposed to keep the bad stuff from happening. That’s why you’re here, remember? And you blew it. You could have told them while you remembered. What did you think you could do by yourself? You’re such an idiot.