Bewitching

Chapter 5

Somebody help me. Please. I'm begging. I AM SO SHUCKING BORED IF I COULD I WOULD GO INTO THE MAZE AT NIGHT JUST FOR SOME SHUCK FUN!
That's just me though, how about you?
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STILL. HERE.

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I am sitting at a white table, wearing white clothes, pushing my food around my plate with a fork. I look about 11-12 years old. I am watching this in third person, so I can only see me. A door slides open behind me. A lady with a white lab coat with the word WICKED inscribed on the sleeve walks in.
"Hello Elizabeth. Glad to see you're out getting to know the other kids." Wow, I didn't know WICKED could be sarcastic.
"Ava, we have a problem in the control room, Subject A7 is making a..." They pause for a second. "Ruckus." Wow. Sassy intercom lady.
I have many thoughts on Subject A7. I was the one who recommended him to my mother. I am so proud of her. She is the mastermind behind WICKED.
"I have to go." Ava sighs, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. She usually doesn't miss one out of her tight bun. Must be stressful. At least Thomas and Teresa have accomplished telepathy. I smile. Oh Thomas.
"Say hi to Mom for me, OK?" Ava smiles sadly at me. "Anything for you Elizabeth. Now get out there and do what you're supposed to."

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I jolt awake, breathing hard. I grasp around a minute before I find the edge of the bed. Don't ask me why I did that, I just needed something to hold on to.
Then I realize. Holy shuckity shuck I'm awake. At last, I mean really. Must've been a week and a half or something.
I shakily sit up and look around.
I'm in a plain old room, just a bed and bedside table and other medjackity thingamabobs.
I swing my legs over the side and slowly pull myself up. Oh gosh. Nauseous and dizzy, soooo dizzy. The room swirls around me. I stagger to the door like a man in a drunken stupor.
I see a plant pot. It'll do.

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I stand up, wiping my mouth. That's better. I slowly sneak down the hall, wincing every time a floor board creeks.
I make my way down the steps and peek around the corner. A little down the hall is Newt and a sweaty looking Mihno.
Like the stalkerish weirdo that is me I eavesdrop.
"-if she doesn't wake up soon what'll we do?" Aww Newt's worried. "I don't have a shucking clue, but what about all of the stuff she was saying? Alby doesn't trust her."
Oh no. What did I say? I gulp as I think of the second memory. The mastermind behind WICKED is my... Mother?!
I gasp, but slap a hand across my mouth.
Blonde and perfect spiky hair both look in my direction. "What the bloody shuck was that?" "I don't know dude." They start to move towards me.
Shuck. Shuck! SHUCK!!! I scramble backwards and knock over a plant. The footsteps speed up.
Smoooooth Elizabeth.
I look around frantically. I have ten seconds tops.
I throw myself into the room to my left, quietly and shakily pulling shut the door. I lean against it exhausted.
I didn't realize how weak I was until now. I barely have time to lock the door and register that the room I'm in has a boy in it before I collapse into darkness once more.

A/N: you guys must think I'm crazy, updating this late! Well it is Friday. So there is lots of updates! *hands out update* you're welcome.