How do I get out?

Zac

I have been in this place for 3/4 months now. It only feels like two days at most. I have witnessed what no 15 year old should witness. I have done things that 15 year olds shouldn't do.this place is a nightmare and all I want to do Is leave. I don't understand why they need to take people off the street when they already have people in here to 'work on'.

I'm in a new room now. Same as all the other ones Ive Been in. No lights, windows or people. There is a door in front of me and an awful smell surrounding me.

I sit in here for about an hour before someone walks into the room with a tray and a hoodie on his head.

I just don't care anymore. They can kill me now.

"I'm not going to bother screaming anymore" I say sarcastically.

"Don't worry" a male voice said, "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to help you"

"Yeah right" I argue.

As he takes off his hood I notice it's Zac, the boy from the nursery.

"What were you doing?!" I ask, surprised.

"As I said" he begins, " I'm here to help you. Now shush, before we get caught".

He quietly places the tray onto the floor and rushes over to me to untie my ankles and wrists from the chair.

"How long have you been in here?" I ask.

"About a year and a bit I guess" he replies.

"Holy crap!" I reply. "And I thought I was worse off being in here for 3 months".

"Yeah well" he says in a depressing tone.

For the next ten minutes we were walking around the halls, trying to dodge as many people as possible. And if we were to run into someone, Zac grabs onto my arm and says "transferring an experiment sir" and walks off.

He has dirty blonde hair, freckles, bright blue eyes, a strong jawline and is very tall. He's perfect.

"Now you need to be quiet in here" he requests.

We walked into a well lit room with desks, chairs, papers, computers and even windows!

" okay" I reply.

He puts his hoodie on me to cover up my face. I begin to hear speaking.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"Transferring an experiment sir"

"Bullshit. Take the hood off her"

"No"

"No? Zac, take off the hood. Now!"

"I'm sorry I have to do this sir"

"Do wh...."

*BANG*

He pulls off the hood and tells me not to look but I ignored him.

I look down and see a man laying on the floor with blood coming out of his head.

"Is he dead?" I ask

" I wouldn't be surprised" he says sarcastically.

"Cool" I say in an enthusiastic tone.

"Cool?! What's so cool about killing a guy to save someone you don't even know?!"

Okay, so he's not as perfect as I thought he was.

" I don't know. I'm the kind of person that likes blood and guts and murder. Even though I haven't actually killed Anybody. Apart from Sarah and Adam"

"You killed Sarah and Adam!!??" He asks, shocked.

"You.....killed.......Sarah and Adam?!"

"Yes" I reply, wondering why he was so surprised.

He falls to the ground, landing on his knees with his face in his hands, crying.

"Please don't tell me you're related to them"

He gave me a sad but scary death stare with his bloodshot, teary eyes.

"Ooookkkk you are related" I say.

He jumps from his knees to his feet, charges at me, pins me to the wall with his hands around my throat.

I couldn't breathe.

"Why did you do it?!" He questions.

"Because.....he made me" I say.

"Who made you?" He demands.

"The doctor that ran all the tests on me" I say, shaking.

He lets go of my throat, takes a few steps back and stares at the wall adjacent to me.

" if he killed my brother and sister, the only damn family I had left, then he has to die" he says, gesturing for me to follow him out the door to the left of the room.
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Hello peoples, I am so sorry for not updating for a while. I have had a lot on my plate with school and my boyfriend and haven't had much free time. So yeah. Anyway.

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Sharnee out ✌🏻️