The Enemy

Chapter 1

i snicker watching the men crawl with fear. their eyes once dark now almost praying for my forgiveness, of which i won't give the satisfaction of.
"please ella." one of the men gasped, falling to his knees.

my chest rose at the satisfaction of the pain i give them. the lights turned on, blinding me, i hold my hand over my eyes before gaining vision seeing my leader stood their with crossed arms. "that's enough." she says, clapping her hands.

everyone is the room groaned. the man beneath me muttered. "i would've fucked you up if ava hadn't walked in."

i turn my back to him mimicking him with my mouth. his jaw clenched behind me, ava stood in front of him. "ella! dorms. now!"

i groan even louder, storming my way towards my dorm. as i'm the only girl i get the dorm to myself. i walk into a clean room. one bed set in the left hand corner and a desk full of paper on the right hand side. it's small but cute.

i plop myself onto my chair, spinning myself around, letting my brain run, i don't even know what i'm thinking about anymore. it just happens.

after a tired day i find myself tucked into my bed with the lights off just staring at the ceiling.

the loneliness only sinks in at night and it's hard to concentrate on sleeping when all you can think about is how the day went and how i could've gone.

i could've studied harder.
i could've exercised my brain instead of beating up boys.
i could've—

i let out an exhale, clenching my teeth and letting my tongue drag against the walls of my cheek. i get into my slippers and dressing gown and head my way through the cold corridors towards the kitchen.

the fridge had a glow to it so it could be easier to see in the dark. i open the fridge, greeted with coldness, the cold floor only made me colder.

i turn on the oven light and pour milk into a glass. i seat on a stool, just staring at the tall glass before me. my mind spins once again, still pondering the thoughts and ideas from today.

i self-diagnosed myself with GAD, which is a generalized anxiety disorder. as i'm as smart as i am i still can't wrap my head around why i torment and isolate myself.

as i'm pondering these words ava stood in the doorway, almost sending me into a cardiac arrest. "fu— you scared the shit out of me." she raised a brow at me. her body shifted to the seat next to me. "what are you doing up?" she asked.

i just shrug in response, still not touching the glass. "can't sleep?" she queries.
i shake my head, watching the condensation from the glass drip onto the table, drowning out anything else going on around me.

a hand rests onto my shoulder. i look over seeing janson with a creepy smirk peering over me. i gulp down my throat. "i'm not sorry for this." he spoke. my body went into shock mode as soon as i felt a sharp needle poke my neck.

i look over to ava. she had no expression. it was almost like she was a statue. nothing.

i feel lightheaded until i plummet to the floor, blacked out.

i wake up with clouded vision. i couldn't breathe. "ava." i hear ava whisper.
i muffle my words. i was in the same liquid the gladers were in.

i could hear her voice crack and shiver, "don't make too much noise. you need to abide to whatever janson has done here. he's just trying to help you."

i shake my head uncontrollably. i knew exactly where i was going. the glade. when we were younger we were told it's the worst place to be.

why were they doing this to me? what have i done? all the questions aching in my head i couldn't get an answer to as i'm drowning.

her voice went quiet only the ringing sounds in my ears, it overlapped her yapping. "i'm sorry, ella. remember who you are."

her last words pierced my mind as i'm knocked unconscious once again. having no control over my body is torture in itself but going to a place known to be dangerous is another thing.