Trafficked

Out with a Bang

I wake up in the morning on edge. I'm going to kill someone. Well... I'm not going to myself specifically... But I'm taking part in someone else's demise. I honestly feel sinister. But maybe his would be putting some miserable being out of their misery? I don't know... If I'm going to get out of here, I need to stay strong, and start thinking for myself. And Sophia.

Today is uneventful. We "have the day off" and, just like Marisa said, are going to be taken outside in groups for an hour or so. You know how some people get butterflies in their stomach? I must have a bunch of bulls fighting inside of me. I'm so nervous. What if I screw up? What if? What if? Oh here I go what-ifing again. I need to stay focused, calm, cool, and collected. I put on my best moping face and try to act as if my whole world is crashing down around me. It's not too hard, because it's the truth.

Marisa keeps dozing off. She seems to have a MASSIVE hangover and won't talk to me about it. I sigh. I just hope she's well enough to get us out of here.

Our outside time comes. Finally. After the guards have finished explaining the rules, we are free to walk around in circles in a fenced in area. Hooray.

I try to stay within ten feet of the weakest looking guard. After a while, Marisa locks eyes with me and gives me the tiniest nod. She lunges to the left and grabs a girl, throwing her at the fence. She's dead in an instant. I quickly grab the remote out of the guards pocket. He doesn't even notice. He's too busy running towards Marisa. I press the deactivation button and yell, "Run!"

About a dozen girls, one of them being Sophia, make it over the fence before it is reactivated. Three of them who are still climbing are fried. I didn't make it. I swing my head around to the sound of a gun being fired.

Marisa is crumpled on the ground, but and broken. I want to look away, but I can't. Those awful men throw her body over the fence.

Lucky for me, no one realized I was the one who took the remote. I dropped it in the panic, but at least I'm not dead. And twelve of us are free. That is more than I could have hoped for.

"Max!" Someone barks in a thick accent that is all too familiar.

The man I stole the remote from stands at attention.

"Go after them. Take the jeep."

Max nods and goes, presumably to get the jeep. Was it all for nothing?

The men take those of us who are still here and alive back to our chains. We're locked up, and left alone for the rest of the night. Good.

I pick up my snap stone and etch another tally into the wall. Day three.

Marisa is dead. Sophia is gone. I am alone.

I honestly have nothing to live for anymore. I've finally accepted that I'm going to die here. But I'm gonna go out with a bang.

A/n

Omg... So sorry for not updating! I am really sorry. I know you're all kind of mad... Sorry. I blame school.

Stay beautiful!

-4nonymous