Not Dead

Chapter 7.

Lindsey's POV (before the Class)

I turned around, only to have a needle practically jammed inside my neck. Screaming filled my ears, but it became fainter by the second, as I was put into a straight jacket and Dragged away. I tried to fight them, of course. But it seemed what ever they put inside of me practically drained all my energy. As of now I was simply just fighting to keep my eyes opened and to stay focused.

But the weird thing is, these men are in nurses outfits. They have name tags and everything. But, as my mind was barely functioning at the moment, I decided to save the Sherlock Holmes part of this all for later.

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That class was horrible. We were all used as rats to play doctor when nothing is wrong with us. The only person with a problem is my dad, and that bastard acts like such a saint. Little do they know that halo that they see is actually a thorn crown from the devil himself. Or in my eyes. I mean, he could be the devil, which in that case he made it for himself. Or the just sell really weird things on Amazon.

Where was I going with my thoughts again?

I don't know, but i can barely remember what I did an hour ago. I probably blacked out while I chose to carve all of these events in my mind so that way he can go to jail. Oops. Honestly, what ever he been injecting me with makes me black out and find myself somewhere else every once in a while. After, when your brain finally decides that it needs to take over after who knows how long, it also decides to play the drums to an intense screamo song, forcing me to sleep out through a fever and wake up in sweat, and we repeat. But while I'm up, I tell the girl the steps to take for my plan to get out of here.

We have attempted to escape 3 times already. And we finally found a secret way. Actually, we found it on our second attempt to escape, and it's in the lunchroom of the cafeteria. Yes, we tried to escape during class. No, we are not retarded, we are desperate for a way out. Also my track skills gave me at least a 20 second advantage, so I managed to snag a few knives, and a syringe from the pocket of the Doctor who injected me with a tranquilizer.
Killing people isn't part of the plan at all, but we need it for self defense, because we know they'll kill us.

We leave at night fall, midnight to be exact. We use the Bobby-Pin we found all those weeks ago to pick the lock, as always. The syringe I got is filled to the brim with the sleeping medication, so if a hit at the head with with the back of a medal knife doesn't work, then we will use this, just enough for them to not be able to chase us without falling. Guards are low during the night, since my dad makes his trips around the halls, and by the time he is done normally everyone is knocked out cold, or blacked out like yours truly. All we have to do is survive that round of torture, and swiftly get to the cafeteria, where we go inside the kitchen, and home-free.

Very well thought out, Lindsey. You
Put mission impossible to shame.

Yeah, no. I just want to get out of here. Honestly, we can steal the food in he cafeteria and just run, because I don't know if I can last one more day here. We're taking everyone and anyone we can, which will be hard, but as long as they are silent, and we avoid my dad, we should be alright. After all, only the girls guard the night shift, so they should be easier to take out.

See, I got a somewhat plan?

Any first grader can do better.

Shut the hell up, and when you get kidnapped, drugged, and beaten everyday then try to think of a plan.

... I'm your mind you dumbass. I AM you.

Then this is also your plan. Checkmate. Now shut up.

"Lindsey, snap out of it already, I been talking to you for 10 minutes." "Hm...?" I blinked my eyes rapidly, and saw my only friend in this hellhole. I have to save her, she is much younger than me, and I can only imagine the pain of the others. "It-" "Shut the hell up, and take off the uniforms we gave out." My dad barged in, a scalpel in one hand and a bag of tools in the other.

My face fell, as he removed the chains from the wall and attached then to the table, making me lay down on my back, but I refused to look at him. The chains restrained me from moving an inch, his glare from breathing. He never talked to us, just carved away. But, before he does his work, he injects us with needles. One to make us either go to sleep or feel the pain much more vividly, the others for reasons unknown. And today, it looks like I'm going to sleep, but feeling the pain soon after I awaken.

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I woke up shaking, blood all over my lower stomach area, carving up along the sides my back. My wrists, the only thing he doesn't cover, some how managed to heal 7 new cuts each. All for the act to sell, I suppose.

My head hurt so bad, just walking made it pound more. If you ever heard screamo or heavy metal, imagine there being a concert of the band in your head.

But I was alone. Luckily, still in the same cell, but I can't do this plan alone. My mind raced a mile a minute, and I soon thought of the only way to help everyone. It has to work. I snatched the Bobby-pin, unlocking the lock after a few failed attempts.

I unlocked everyone's cage, or most of them. I had healthier ones carry the less fortunate, but everyone needs to go. They had too. But still, after all this, no sign of my one true friend. I ran everywhere and anywhere I could, and found her unconscious inside the classroom. No one was there, except her. As I stepped, needles shot up my legs, but I didn't care. If I could help all those people, I had to help her.

I ran, the floor creaking with each step, as I scooped her up from the floor, cradling her limp body. She was freezing. Blood stained her clothes. Blood stained my hand. Blood stained this whole building, and no one noticed. The people downstairs had apparently waited for me, and as they said, "You helped us, now it's our turn." But my mind screamed run, and soon the crowd did too. Guards by the dozen chased us, down the hallways, through the cafeteria, gun in hand. And I was behind the whole crowd, my legs giving in to the pain of each step.

"Run! Run, please just get away!" I cried, the exit approaching as we quickly advanced. My memory was escaping me, as the side affects of the drugs slowly began.

And that's when I realized, I made it.

I was out, I was free.

I put the girl behind a tree, and caught my breath. I saw the mob of kids, teens, and even some adults, continue running. I did that, I saved them.

But I couldn't save myself.

I was shot on the spot. Security guards surrounded me, and blood was everywhere. That's when I realized, My friend has died. And I was next. Blood stained the grass. It stained my clothes, it stained there conscious.

But I never died. I live with the kids, the kids who escaped. I saved them. So, no, I'm not dead. I'm just a kid who was nobody yesterday, and saved over 100 people the next. I got out the name of the place, I showed the world what's beyond what the eye shows.

I'm not dead.