Over and Over

Chapter 9

Here is my next chapter, hope you enjoy! Huge metaphor in this chapter too, hope it makes sense!!!
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Lizzie's POV:
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     I was scared. Scared for myself, scared for Olivia, and scared for what came next. I felt like what I had been doing, my work that is, wasn't as great as I had wanted it to be. When I had first said yes, all that was going through my head was that I was going to be a hero, my life would have steadfast and unwavering purpose. It preyed on the fears of every teenager. That notion quickly melted away. I made my way to my new apartment via a terrible smelling taxi that needed new brake pads. I opened the front door and looked around. I needed to be quiet, quieter in fact than a girl with a broke leg going up stairs could be.

     I finally got to my apartment and opened the door and there was a man leaning on a side table beside a couch in the middle of the apartment. He was a middle aged black man with graying hair and a sharp suite. He had in his hand a bracelet, Olivia had bought it for me last Christmas, I had worn it every day and hadn't been able to find it since I woke up in the hospital. "Hello," I said with a stiff voice. My belongings were few, but put on the table where the man was, a few items laid out that held significance like the bracelet did. The man slowly stood up and looked towards me. "Beautiful bracelet is it not?" He said. Words stuck in my throat, so I just nodded. "My wife had a similar one once. We went on a vacation, and she forgot to take it off when she went through the metal detector, while I passed through seamlessly. So they pulled her out of line, and I got pushed further and further ahead, away from my wife. When I boarded my plane, the terminal exploded, my wife still inside." He paused "I-I'm sorry to hear that" Was all I managed to push out. "Yes, I'm sure you would have rather had me burn in her place" He said his tone changing. "That's not-" I started. "Don't worry, I had the same thought, every day." He paused again and sighed. "When they recovered her body she still had that bracelet on her wrist. Melted and twisted nothing of it's former glory, but it was stronger. Metal is tested in fire." He finished. "Anyways, hope you enjoy your new quarters, and Lizzie, tread carefully," And then he got up and walked silently to the door and left with out another word. I stood there for a moment before awkwardly flopping down on my bed.  What do I do now? So my question was this: Was he warning me, or threatening me? And did it matter? I gathered some clothes, and some essentials and started on my way. I didn't know where I was going, but I wasn't staying here. Not even a broken leg could keep me here.

Olivia's POV
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I wake up to another bleak day in my cell. I get up and stretch, my body stiff from my terribly uncomfortable bed. I try to clean up as best as I can, but there's not much to do. With a lack of things to do, I count the ceiling tiles 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 . And then I count again, I do it what feels like hours. After some amount of time I hear footsteps approaching and stop in front of my cell. The people on the other side open the door. It's more armed guards, but they're short. Guess I annoyed the other ones to much. They don't speak, but pull me out of my cell. I stumble along, causing as much trouble as I can on my way. Casually knocking things off of desks, or pushing elevator buttons. It's not much, but it's something. The guards object to none of my activities as they march silently forward.

We pass the lunch room where I ate yesterday, down some long corridors and eventually down two flights of stairs. Down another short hallway. This bleak building has a way of timelessness, and by that, I mean you can never tell what freaking time it is. Like would it seriously kill them to put up a clock somewhere? Anywhere! We marched along until we reached a door. "I enjoy long walks on the beach, roller coasters and food." I stated to on one in particular, again. I was literally going crazy. We came to a complete stop in front of a door. It wasn't the front door, but one of those doors you find at the back of buildings that lock behind you and have the push bar. Each gauard removed their helmets revealing none other than Samantha and Kyle. "What the hell?"   I said dumbstruck. "We'll explain later, just get moving," Kyle said already heading out the door. We sneaked away into the tree line and didn't look back. So much for saving myself. 

We put as much distance as I could between us and them before stopping and resting. "What happened?" I asked for the millionth time. I was weary of the answer and pressing down panic that I was probably being hunted. "We'll tell you when we get somewhere safe, I swear. for now just trust us, yeah?" I took a deep breath. I didn't have to accept this, not yet. Not until I had all the answers at least. For now i could live in denial in my own little bubble. And it was bliss compared to what I knew I would face later. I looked between the two of them as they scoped out around us. They were so calm, it made me feel awful. here they were dealing with the problems at hand, and I was was being drug around like a child throwing a tantrum. I needed to get it in gear, now. They started ditching the armor revealing their normal clothes underneath. Behind us was where we escaped from, a long ways back in fact, but it didn't make me feel any better. In front of us was a run down looking road. A few buildings were strewn on either side. An ice cream shop, a bike shop, and a run down gas station namely. The road looked as dead as the stores, but we needed to try something. At the very least something to eat and some new clothes. Of course, none of had money that I knew of. Thusly, the only way we were getting things were through stealing them. Because I wanted to grow up to be a criminal. We inched forward when Kyle and Samantha had finished and covering the armor as best they could in dead pine needles.

A/N: Quite obviously I've lost motivation for this story, and while I have been writing I haven't been publishing. I'm publishing this part solely for the fact that seeing one draft sticking out is annoying me, and so I can say this: I'm done with this book! If anyone managed to decipher a story line out of this piece of shit story, good for you! If anyone wants to adopt this story feel free, but please tell me because I'd be interested in reading it. I might one day be like hey, sudden motivation for old story, and continue writing but I severely doubt it. The chapter above is unedited and written literally over two years ago I think so sorry :(. I believe if I continue writing, it'll be on a new account but idk yet. Like I said I've written plenty of stuff just haven't had the motivation to publish or anything. Now, once more (with feeling),

Keep you windows lock, llamas fed, and NEVER trust a duck.

- Emily :p