Buried

Chapter 8

After hearing those words I felt as though a large knife was being gabbed into my stomach. My older brother... Shocking that I had one. To me he wasn't related to me. Of course he was blood connected, but further connection stopped there. My so called 'brother' left us to go help the government do evil things. I was nine when he left, and my sister was five. She barely remembers him, I wish I could do that. Forget I ever had a traitor as a brother. He left a year before all hell broke loose. It wasn't the kind of thing a person; I was very ashamed. I obviously couldn't control the kind of family I had, but he wasn't my family. No brother of mine would abandon his family to do horrible things. My brother was twelve when he left. It seems to young but he was smart; he was moved to a grade higher and still aced everything. Steve probably was not planning on me crying, but it still happened. I burst into tears. Now bawling, I ran home. It wasn't very far considering that we were in the meeting hall. As soon as I got in I rushed to my room; I dramatically flopped onto my bed. I cried for a good ten minutes. I looked at my clock it read; 7:30 pm. I slipped out of my skinny jeans and on more comfortable sweats. My hair was already in a messy bun so I just went to the kitchen. "Mom I'm going on a run," I said hoping I wouldn't have to fight with her about it. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea." My mom said unsure. Then I added," I just need a break, I'll keep track of the time, the sun will still be up for another hour or so, and I know how to kick butt if I need to." She sighed then said," alright but you better be home no later than 8:45." "Ok!" I said happily. That was the first time I was happy since the Will thing. I crawled out of the hatch then closed it behind me. I ran. I ran full speed non stop for as long as I possibly could. As I ran, images of Will's blue eyes and short black spiky hair popped up. Pictures of Kasey being in pain were flashing in my head. The harder I ran the more those scaring images appeared. I wanted to keep running; never stop. Never go back. But I knew it wasn't a liable option. I ran until I literally could not run any more. I collapsed and curled up in a ball. I hadn't realized but tears were rapidly streaming down my inflamed cheeks. I screamed as loud as I could. Due to lack of air, nothing managed to come out but a high pitched squeak. I spent twenty minutes just laying, crying, and panting. I wasn't sure where I was or how far I'd gone. I was lost. There were three quadrants of our underground city. I lived in quadrant one; the southern edge. I heard a sound of clinking metal. I shot up and looked around. Dust was now everywhere; clouding my vision. I waved in front of my face to keep the dirt away, but it didn't work. I jumped up. The dust began to die down and I saw a head of a boy appear.