The Music Of Loving You

19. Forging a Life (part 2/ ending)

Millie's POV

I had to act the part of this man, a man I'd never known. What do I say? What do I do? I'd finally gotten my voice back, a fact that had been under appreciated due to my current crisis, but a fact that I was very grateful for.

"What prisoners are still here?" I asked in a rough voice.

"504, the little boy and 517, the mother" the man grunted. He shifted closer to me and lowered his voice. "Rumor is that 215, 216, and 217 are coming back" he mumbled. I nodded, although I didn't know who those were. All I could think about was my mom and Bryan.

"Where are... 504 and... 517 being held?" I asked. The guy scoffed.

"Are you new Wilmers? We all know 517's still in room 4 and that 504 has been moved to 'special care' until further notice." The man finished his sentence, lit a cigarette, and walked off.

"Why would you purposely kill yourself?" I thought as I made my way down the hallway, careful to avoid any more awkward encounters. But I wasn't that lucky.

"Wilmers! Where are you going? Security check, let's go!" Someone yelled.

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How was I going to get out of security check? That's a good question. One I didn't know the answer to. I didn't even know if there were girls amongst this group.

I did the only thing I could do. I opened the first door I saw and walked inside, not knowing what I would find.

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The entire situation was ironic. I went into that room to get out of trouble and I found my mom.

She looked really bad, too skinny and tired, and her skin was a strange shade of yellowish green, the look of someone who hadn't eaten or slept in days. Any other details would've been too horrible to describe.

"Mom" I whispered. Her eyes opened and she smiled at me.

"Millie." She whispered, her voice raspy. Why was her voice so raspy? That's when I noticed the floor around her. They'd tried to give her food and water, like how they did for me, but she threw it across the cement ground.

I pulled out a knife, something I'd taken from the man I was impersonating, and cut the ropes. I helped her stand as she wobbled to her feet. I helped her out, leading her down the now empty hallway.

"Where's Bryan?" She asked.

"I haven't found him, he's in 'special care' but I don't know what that is." I told her. "The exit's down there" I said, pointing toward an exit sign that just came into view.

"What? No! I'm not leaving without Bryan. I'm staying here and helping you find him." She said, pushing off me so she standing on her own. "Now let's find my son"