Refugee

Chapter 2: The Day After

I woke up to an officer shaking me.

"You have a long day ahead of you, young lady." He said to me. All I could do was give him a slight smile, obviously still remembering what had happened the night before, and still scared.

Why hadn't I told them about the guy yet? Had they found out? I sighed. Confused.
The officers asked me my name. "Anna. Anna Nicole." I said to them.
My name stung my eyes with tears, I wasn't That Anna anymore. I wasn't Anna Nicole anymore. I wasn't who I though I was, I was a Murderer, A Criminal in disguise. Who am I anymore? What will people think of me, Anna 'Killer' Nicoles?

Ugh... what is wrong with me? Why was I wondering what everyone thought? Am I going crazy? No.. I can't be... It isn't possible. I can't go from sane to INSANE in just a night. Get out of your mind, Anna.

"Miss.Nicoles?"
"MISS.NICOLES?!"
I then stopped spacing out, and aknowledged the officers speaking to me.
"Yes sir?" I asked properly.
"What do you know about the dead man in your apartment? Did you know him?" They questioned.
"No. I didn't recognize his voice or anything. He attacked me. My foot.." I looked down and saw it bandaged. They must've had someone fix it while I slept.
"His name was Henry Malik. Do you know a Henry Malik? Or any Malik family?"
My eyes shot open. Oh god. My Best Friend's brother. Tears stung my eyes, and I cried lightly. "M-my best friends... b-brother.. was Henry Malik..."

The officers seemed suprised. I was crying.

"Is her name Caroline Malik?" They asked politey, I nodded.

"Ok, miss, we'll get back to you soon."

I cried, and nodded. They left me alone, again, in the dark cell, lit by two lamps. I sat in the half cold-half Warm cell, and drifted back to sleep.

I had run down the hall, away from Henry. He chased me, his heart and shoulder stabbed, his throat slit. He'd chased me down, a knife in hand,"I'll kill you someday, Nicoles!"
The way he'd said my last name, it was horrible, like he'd hated me. Why, why did I do n this to him? He wants revenge, but I can't let him. His decayed body was white as snow, and extremely skinny, I'd imagine it was cold as the winter mornings. Colder than anything. He chased me with a certain look in his eyes, a vicious one. His body, it'd gone very skinny. In his arms and face, you could see bones sticking out, him bleeding from every wound his body had. I stopped, and let him come at me, he came close, but some shield like clear object kept us apart. He couldn't touch me. BAM!

I woke up to kitchen pots falling on the ground.
It was a dream. A stupid dream, where I thought he was still alive. Where he had a chance, his body's shape, and form, though, it didn't make it realistic. He wanted revenge. He wanted me dead, but I wouldn't let him. He couldn't kill me. He was too nice, like I was.

It hit me, anyone sane can turn insane in an instant. 'Like I was' I replayed those words in my head millions of times, he was like me. Nice, and friendly, until something tragic, like a murdering, occurs, like I am now. I'm a wreck. He'd wrecked my life, and I'd killed his, I'd killed me and my friends' relationship. I've murdered my life, by murdering someone. I'm not stable. I'm not stable. I'm not stable.

"Anna?"
"ANNA?"
I aknowledged the officers speaking to me.
"Yes, sir?"
"We're sending you to America."
Wait, what? They're sending me there? Why? Just why?
"Why?" I questioned politely.
"You're unstable, we can't hold you here. You need a new life, yours is being ripped apart underneath you. We'll get your clothes cleaned and washed, and head out tomorrow at dawn. You'll be on a ship with around 40, 50, or 60 people."

I just sat there. I let them strip me for my clothes to clean them, and got changed into temporary clothes. They're taking me away from home, with barely any notice, to go to a new country, to start a new life. I heard it takes up to 2 months to get there. I will literally throw up millions of times. I'm not going to live through this. Ever.

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Will Anna make through this insane ship ride, or will she die before it ends. Find out in the next chapters of Refugee.