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CHAPTER EIGHT
THIRD PERSON
The sound of loud wind and quiet voices rang in my ears. I smelt pine, like the air refreshers at the lab, but this scent was stronger, more overboard and lively, it smelt lovely
I fell back and forth through sleep, In something that was moving, but I couldn't tell what it was. I could care less though. my mind wasn't working and I was absolutely exhausted.
I heard a couple words here and there, but nothing made sense.
I finally got a thought though my head, before I found myself falling asleep once again. "Where am I?"
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I woke up to shaking of my shoulders, my eyes opened to blinding light, I could hear birds in the distant, flapping their wings and chirping away, I hadn't a clue where I was, or what was happening.
"Brooklyn, wake up!" A stinging suddenly took over my cheek. The light wasn't as bright now as I opened my eyes fully, Martin sat next to me as I looked up at him.
"Did you just slap me?!" I yelled, covering my cheek.
"No- well, yes, you weren't waking up." He shook his head.
"Where am I?"
"Well-"
"What happened?"
"Brooklyn!-"
"Why-"
"Brooklyn stop!" Martin yelled, making me jump, I just looked at him, worried about this situation.
"Sorry. Look, just let me explain." I took his apology and nodded, telling him to continue whatever he was saying.
"We were being chased. We needed to leave...." He bite his lip. I looked down at the blanket on my body, and simply shook my head, confused by his bluntness.
"Is that all?"
"What? I mean, Brooklyn we're in danger, people were trying to take us, and- Brook, you don't understand."
"The lab let me go. I was alone for awhile and then you and Jackson came, so you're right, I don't understand."
"I never mentioned a lab..." He looked down at his hands fearfully. I sucked in a breathe and then breathed out.
"I put two and two together, plus your backpack looks exactly like mine did." I sat up in the tent I realized I was in. The tent had many holes and windows that blinded me by the light coming in, this had never happened before, but I guess I'm not used to the refreshing air. In the lab, there were no windows.
"Where's Martin?" I asked, looking around for him.
"Uh, right here?" He pointed to himself.
"Oh. I meant Jackson?" I grinned at him.
"You did that on purpose..."

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