Remade

Chapter 4

A month later, I walked into the mess hall. I looked around. I was eighteen today, but nothing was different. No one cared about birthdays in here. I really didn't even care anymore. The only thing special that happened was that you got to see your family.

I didn't want to see them though. They didn't know that I had changed. And I just wanted to escape.

We had been planning the event for the past week. We gathered extra little things that would be helpful. And today we were going to escape.

I sat next to Wren. He was tense. I was tense. Everyone tense. No one talked during breakfast.

I was waiting impatiently in the visitor room. I wanted it to be lights out already. I didn't want to do anything else.

"Naila." The guard called. "Your family is here."

I practically bolted out of the chair. I followed the guard. I took my seat in front of the window. I swallowed. This was going to be interesting.

I looked up at my parents. My mom looked horrified. I picked up the phone. "Naila?" My mom said tentatively. "Is that really you?"

"Yea," I answered. "It is, mom."

My mom let out a sob. "I can't believe that little brat did this to you." She was talking about Azi, like always.

I was silent.

"He was always such a bad influence on you. I never should've let him near you."

"Shut up." I snapped. "You don't know him."

"And you do?" She countered. "You haven't seen him in nine years, Naila. You don't know who he is."

"I met him." I said. "A few months ago, he's been in here the whole time."

My mom stared at me. She was angry.

"He's still that same little brat, but I love it. It makes things interesting in here."

My mom slammed the phone down on the hook. She said something to my father and left.

My dad sighed. He sat where my mom was previously sitting and picked up the phone. "Hey, darling," He said. "How you been?"

I smiled a little. "I've been better." I answered quietly.

"Your mother's just confused." He said. "You've changed so much."

I nodded. "The doctors think it's stopped."

My dad nodded. "It doesn't matter."

I almost starting balling my eyes out. "I really want to hug you, dad."

"I do too, darling."

I closed my eyes as the first tears ran down my cheeks. I hadn't cried in so long, and I was afraid that I was never going to be able to stop. "I miss you guys so much." I whispered.

"I know." My dad said calmly. "But you're eighteen now. We'll be able to talk more. You'll have more freedom."

I shook my head. "I love you, dad."

"I love you too, darling." He said with a small smile. "Bye, baby."

"Bye, daddy."