Waking up is no relief to my nightmares. My secret is still here, dead weight on my shoulders. I can't run. I can't trust anyone, not even my mother. What do you do when you are stuck between what you want and what's right? Do you choose to be greedy or selfless?
I squint at the clock on the wall, its blue synthetic light shining back at me. I have training in ten minutes. I know this may be the last time I leave for training, the men are threatened by me and no doubt told someone of high authority. I can't help but feel sorry for them. I entered their domain and now they have to admit their afraid of me. I smile to myself and grab my water from the small cooling unit under the sink. I pull up my hair in a tall ponytail and grab my coat. Walking out the door, I become nervous. I must not show fear, but how can't I when I feel it so strongly in my heart?
As I step through the training door, eyes dart towards me. I walk over to the wall and set down my water bottle. I step over to Ben and start stretching quietly with the rest of the team. James is absent and I figured he was at home, resting his injuries, broken nose and bruises every where. I could tell Will wasn't happy with his absence and I basked in the glory of irritating him. I could tell no one was happy but Ben. He smiled at me and I returned it. At least someone doesn't want to kill me. Will went to the center of the room and motioned for everyone to come towards him. We obeyed and took a few steps.
"Good morning soldiers. Today we will start practicing aim with firearms. These are extremely dangerous weapons and without proper handling could end someone's life. If you are in possession of the firearm when harming a fellow soldier you will be charged with murder." He tells us.
I remember back to my mom telling me about a soldier who accidently was shot in training. They must be taking extra precautions to scare us. Good call, government.
"All of you must hit the target at least twenty times today. If you don't-" The training room door opened, interrupting Will's speech. Ten uniformed, armed men file into the room and advance towards me. I sigh and put my hands behind my back. I knew this would come I just wasn't sure when. Apparently they weren't going to wait. One of the guards comes behind me and cuffs my hands. A tall man with blonde hair stood before me, perfect posture.
"Mrs. Ringman you are under arrest for attempting to imposter a Valmeadow soldier. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be held against you in the presidents court. Do you understand?" The guard looks at me. I smile and spit on his shoes.
"Of course, I understand. Nothing personal." I say while smiling. He grits his teeth and orders the men to push me along the floor. We leave the training room and they practically drag me into the elevator.
"Sir?" I ask the tall man. He turns to me. "I left my water bottle in the room and Its my favorite. Is there any way we can go back?" I ask sarcastically. He narrows his eyebrows at me and turns away. I giggle and look towards the closing elevator door. I have hidden my fear and replaced it with rebellion. I have fooled them into thinking I wasn't worried of my future. In making my act feel genuine I fooled myself, I am no longer scared. Just severely pissed off.
They pull me for what seems like hours until we reach the prison wing and they open a door that's labeled 47.
"Hm, my favorite number! How did you guys know?" I ask looking around at all the guards. I am testing them, seeing how far I can go without getting smacked in the face.
"Lucky guess." One guy mumbled and they threw me into the cell, quickly shutting the door. The cell is small maybe six by eight feet or so. In the corner, a bed stands. I get up from the floor and test it. I feel the individual springs biting my sore back. There is a small toilet in the other corner. On the farthest wall a poster is hung. The picture is a little boy in a battle field, crying. Under the picture the words printed with strong, black ink read; The past filled with sorrow, the future filled with glory. I smirk at the saying and bounce on my bed. I wonder to myself if I will ever get fed. I didn't have breakfast, and my stomach was turning in anger.
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Raising Hell
Science Fiction"I starved myself but I never died. I have no idea how I survived that long without food. The floors I slept on where of moldy brick and sometimes a rat would curl up to my neck. I stopped caring. The warmth kept me sane." I took a deep breath and c...
