Melany Fellington is a young girl who lives in poverty in a changed world. She doesn't have what others have the room to have, but family made what she has more than enough. During substandard times of oppression, a fatal interference threatens her...
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(Friday evening, September 14th)
After I finished all of my cleaning assignments, I hadn't realized that it was now evening, and my legs hurriedly started carrying me to my bedroom before I made myself vulnerable to confrontation.
And when I placed my hand on my bedroom door knob, I felt a hand on my shoulder, a hand that felt vaguely familiar.
I don't understand, nor do I know how, but my body started to feel weaker quicker than I could register, then the wave of weakness left me, and after it left me, confusion remained in my mind.
In my confusion, I let my eyes lift up to the tall dirty blonde man with blue eyes. "We never get to talk because of curfew and I really do want to get to know you," Carter said, then his head whipped towards the left and right side of the hall, looking down the length of them, seeming off to me.
Concern started to surface in my mind, 'Why is he acting so weird?'
Then the air in the hallways became thick, and a rough wind draft harshly brushed past my body while I lost my balance after my body grew even more weak, and I stumbled.
My vision then became unfocused while my mind spun in my head, and I forgot what happened in the last few minutes. "What did you say?" I asked while I placed a palm to my forehead when the room started to become distorted.
A muffled deep voice spoke while the familiar hand remained on my shoulder, "Are you alright?"
The room had begun to be more distorted while it started spinning. I backed up and leaned against the nearest wall, and when I felt Carter squeeze my shoulder out of concern, my body felt weaker. His grip was kind of tight.
Thick beads of sweat started to surface on my forehead while the room still spun. I attempted to shake my head to focus my vision more and the attempt was ineffective.
Carter's voice started to sound, but I could barely hear it, "You should sit down." Then he squeezed my shoulder a bit again, the feeling of his hand still vaguely familiar.
In my muffled hearing, I started to hear Eurella's strong voice as she approached, "What are you doing?"
Carter's hand immediately left my shoulder and he started to back up while I remained leaning on the wall for support. "She started to look dizzy, so I tried to help her," Carter responded.
