Taken

Invisible Walls

We were back at those terrible doors, that I knew very well by now. It must have been important as they sent the henchmen to collect us. I was thrown in to the left-hand side this time it isn't normal to be thrown to the left. They usually just throw you in but I could tell by the deep expression in his eyes that he meant for this to happen.

I waited for around 20 minutes until the door re-opened and Jeff was thrown in to the right-hand side. It was certainly done on purpose. He didn't make eye contact just stood there inert. We both could hear the vent, on the other side of the one-way mirror that was truthfully fooling nobody, the gas was soon slowly filling the room as if it was a balloon. Jeff became weary on his feet and pulled out what looked to be a lighter. Why would he bring that? Then it clicked, most gasses are flammable. I screamed as loud as I could trying to persuade him to put it down but my words did nothing. He placed his thumb on the button, the world turned slowly and in these few moments I thought hard about life and how to enjoy the little things. With one flex of his thumb the lighter lit and began to set the room alight. I could feel myself collapsing but that wasn't my biggest problem, Jeff was. That explosion could of easily kill 50 men and myself.

It stopped suddenly In the centre of the room, something must be there, I looked for the cause. While I was walking to wards this boundary I was looked around to see if there was any light reflecting off it, from this I could of told what material it was made

from but there was non. My hand was automatically reaching out I could feel the texture of plastic, thick and clear.

Soon after the smoke had cleared I could see his bleeding body and the material had vanished into the floor. I instantly ran over to him. He was twitching slightly. The door opened behind us and Felix ran in with two other men who looked to be medicals. He put his hand over his mouth for probably the same reason I do. Jeff now had his arm out by his expression he was in serious pain. The two medicals now had ministered burns packs and were attempting to get him onto a stretcher. Two hours later I was given the permission to enter the hospital ward. It was

hard for me to sit there and watch him probably slowly dying. The girl who had her voice box ripped from her was in the bed opposite.

The day he was let out his face was a glistening scar. He wasn't the person I used to be friends with this was a maniac strapped down to a bed tying to get loose. I urged to set him free but there were henchmen scattered around the room. So I left and returned to my room. I now had a real bed just like my one from home black boarded and grey bedding. I miss home. It was to tidy, everything was to tidy. I saw a glass vase on the coffee table so hit it off. It felt good to vent though violence but not right. I kept telling my self 'violence is never the answer.' but that small voice inside of me spoke differently. I could hear screams more often now like I was prone to them.