18th, February
He looked around. He was confused.
There were more than 6 people around him, all wearing pale white uniforms. Then, when he finally understood who they were, his face turned the same shade as their uniforms.
Hospital, doctors.
Plane, hospital.
Fall, plane, hospital.
Ad, plane.
Together, Africa.
Little bits of memory started coming back.
Ad? Add? Addi? Addee? Addie?
Addie, plane, separate.
Separate, fall, hospital.
He lost his train of thought and blacked out. One name rang over and over again in his head: Addie, Addie, Addie...
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Addie
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Addie could feel like she could hear Jeff's heartbeat from 12 meters away. Plus, a door was in the way.
Now, she didn't care. She burst into the room. Thankfully, no doctors were nearby.
Just then, Jeff's eyes flickered...
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Jeff
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He saw a girl in front of him. Not the ones wearing white ball gowns.
"Jeff?" She asked. She was American.
"Addie," he answered, his accent getting thick.
The girls eyes lit up. "Jeff! You remember me!"
He did, but he didn't remember anything else. He blacked out again, his eyes feeling extremely heavy.
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Jacqueline
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Jacqueline punched a button which said, 'Draധ.' with the 'w' in a type of printed curly font. All of the letters were quite faded, so all you could see was, 'DI u.'
Jacqueline was very annoyed, so she added a little curve to the left side of 'u.' So now, it wrote, 'DI e.'
"Die! Die! Dieee!" She screamed, punching the button even harder.
A door opened. She jumped. "Adam?"
Adam looked different in the sunset light. Almost... Older. "I thought you were gone..." he said, looking down. "I made you gone. I'll do it again. My stupid father's orders, though. I can't do it again."
Jacqueline wasn't frightened. Not one bit. "Our stupid father, you mean," she said. "My stupid step-father..."
"Hey, you don't have the right to call him stupid. He's been so nice to you." Adam muttered, just loud enough for Jacqueline to hear.
"Oh yeah? You call sleeping in the balcony, making lunch, washing dishes, not having any free time, not being allowed to get out of the house, not allowed to use the bathroom, barely allowed to eat," she counted all the reasons on her hand as she said them. Seven, but she had one more. "Plus, I was forced to lie to everyone I ever knew just because of your stupid father. You have no reason to call him stupid." She added.
Eight. That was enough. They were all equally horrible. Adam waited a bit. Then, he answered, "He didn't let me kill you. That's my reason, and that a hell of of a good reason." Jacqueline scoffed.
"At least you have a father." She mumbled, and left the room.
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The Lost Thought
ActionA 14-year-old Texas girl named Addie is unaware of her identity. Her transport to London occurs one day A wicked woman by the name of Jacqueline is on a mission to track out Addie and four other individuals before they track each other down Without...
