The Fools of Remington Street

Chapter Seven- Ryn

I was in a hospital bed. It smelled terrible. It smelled like latex gloves and waxed floors. It smelled clean. Like, no one had ever been in this room before.

About a yard in front of me was a red flag with a king's crown, two lions, and a crest. The symbol of the monarchy.

It was nothing like the old British flag from my history books. The British flag that my grandmother had been alive to see hanging around London. This new flag was designed and created by King Stephen himself.

I got up out of bed and slowly crept toward the flag. What I did next was not my choice.

I ripped the flag from the wall and it fell to the floor. I didn't know what I was doing at this point, but I had somehow gained enough strength to rip the heavy flag in two. I was astonished.

Then, I remembered the blue jacket I was wearing before the nurses had put me in a white t shirt and white pants.

Usually Jeremy and I would make fun of the people who had developed super powers, like the Rebellion. We always made fun of the Rebellion.

I shook my head, hoping the memories would get so mixed up that they would eventually fade away. It was a weird thought, but I guess I've been having weird thoughts ever since my sister died.

A sharp knock at the door broke me out of my reverie and I instinctively ran to my bed.

"Is Ryn-tin-tin awake yet?" Jeremy strolled into the room.

I sat up, acting groggy and tired. "Hi."

He smiled at me. "Hi." He scratched at his head and sat at the foot of my bed.

"Serena?" I asked, pulling my hair back in a pony tail, some extra hair had fallen into my face. I instantly wanted to chop it off.

"She's in the waiting room re-arranging the furniture." He laughed.

Of course she is. I sat on the edge of the bed with him.

"How ya doin?" He looked at me with a serious expression.

I shrugged, not knowing what to say. I didn't even want to ask what had happened and why I was here, because I already knew the answer.

"You know why you're here, right?" He asked.

I nodded. I had seen another dead body of a person I had grown up with. I had a panic attack as soon as I saw my sisters dead body, and I guess that same thing happened when I saw my old teacher's--

"I don't want to talk about it anymore." I put my head down.

Jeremy didn't say anything. I didn't say anything. We didn't speak for at least an hour. That was, until we heard a huge explosion, and the walls started shaking.