Unintentional Subject - Book 1 In The Jessie Series

Chapter 72: Freedom?

× It's a long one- sorry × 

I groaned, or tried to, slowly rolling onto my back I watched my world spin until everything was black. I must have passed out. Or maybe I was dead, but the next time I opened my eyes She was standing beside me.

Her big brown eyes and unruly curls tumbled down her shoulders. She just looked at me and walked away, she crouched down beside another boy.

"Come on. Time to go." She said quietly and took his hand in her teeny tiny one. I watched as he got up. She smiled up at him.

"That way." She pointed. He nodded and walked away.

I watched her do the same thing to another boy.

"What are you doing?" I managed to mumble.

"It's their time." She answered. "I hold their hands."

She came back to me and looked down. Her big sweet brown eyes, so much like Chuck's, her squishy baby face, I felt tears running down my face.

"I'm sorry." I whispered through hiccups.

Her little head cocked to the side, she looked at me with confusion.

"It's not your time yet." She whispered.

She turned her back on me and walked away grabbing the hand of another boy. My throbbing head was like a constant beat. Like footsteps slapping the stone floor. My eyes fluttered closed, the constant throbbing got louder and more frantic. Something roughly grab me. My sore throbbing head was shaken around. With difficulty I slid my eyes opy to see what was happening.

Gally was crouched beside me. His steel blue eyes looked worried and confused and relieved all together.

"Jessie! Jessie, are you okay?"

"What?" I groaned. "What are you doing here?" My words sleering together.

"Oh thank Shuck! Your the only one not dead!"

"What? You're... you're here? What?"

"They had me. They were whispering in my head. I couldn't make it stop!" He sounded freaked out but his voice was even and quiet and slightly shaky like it was way back in the forest after his panic attack.

"Gally?" I couldn't wrap my head around the fact he was here.

"Ya Jess. I would have come...but they had me. I couldn't stop. Like I was sleeping or lost in fog or something. I still don't like Thomas, but I wanted out."

My head was spinning so much I felt sick. Gally helped sit me up. I grabbed onto his arm to keep from collapsing back down.

"You still have that tracker thing?"

"No. They used it to get out." I answered. I had to hold my head to keep myself stable.

"They used both?"

I opened my mouth and then closed it. They didn't, only the one. I still had the cylinder for section four.

"Gally! Backpack." I demanded. My head hurt too much to move. "Section four cylinder."

I felt him rummaging through.

"So who had a gun?"

"What?"

"A gun? Who had it?"

"Uhhh Tess." I answered, "why?"

"I found an empty one on the bridge- ah found it!"

He came back around kneeling in front of me.

"We split it. She had the gun. I have the magazine, didn't want a psycho running around with a loaded gun. Now help me up. We have a long walk through the maze."