The Fools of Remington Street

Chapter Seventeen- Ryn

Everything that happened after that was fuzzy. Jeremy, Serena and I were transported to another hospital to be treated for any injuries. Little did I know, Jeremy and Serena had asked a doctor to give me my pills that I had left at my house with my parents and grandmother. This angered me but then I thought of my grandmother and parents. I had just walked out the door without saying anything to them because I thought after going to the Red Lion theatre of come back home and have a family dinner. Had they noticed I was gone? If so, are they looking for me?

I decided to forget the thought and directed my attention to the hamburger on my food tray on my lap. This hospital was way bigger than the other and they had way bigger rooms with softer blankets.

I broke out of my thoughts when Jeremy snored like a pig. Serena was curled up in the arm chair with a blue blanket draped over her. They had refused to leave me and demanded to be treated in my room. The doctors had shrugged. Probably because it was one in the morning and they were exhausted.

I didn't want to think about the woman I thought was Sadie I didn't want to think about the men in black. I just didn't want to think. But that was impossible so of course my thoughts drifted back to the blond woman.

I must have been hallucinating. Because, when I closed and opened my eyes, she looked like a complete and utter stranger but before that, I was convinced she was my sister.

I sighed but my breath caught. I couldn't inhale. Why couldn't I inhale?

I almost clawed at my throat at that point. It felt like there were someone else's hands at my throat. It felt so real. But, I couldn't see anything but the beige walls and Jeremy asleep in the chair.

After a minute, the hands let go and I gasped. My hair moved away from my ear as if by magic, and a man's gruff voice whispered, "Long live the King."

I whirled around and smacked at the air but nothing was there. The voice chuckled but it was distant and I grabbed my pills. One of the pill cases was meant for hallucinations. One was for anxiety and one was for panic attacks.

I grabbed the hallucination pills, feeling like a crazy person and chugged them with a glass of water. In an instant I felt better. I turned on the television to calm myself down and the news channel came on. It was about the terrorist attack on Charleston Avenue.

It was a birds eye view of the blown up hospital. And I realized in huge red spray painted letters was the words, "Long live the King."

That was the King's League's modo. They incorporated it into every terrorist attack. People have always wondered why the King orders these kinds of attacks and it was because he wanted people to be afraid of him so there would be no uprising and there would be no rebellion. And yet, there was.

I looked over at my friends. Still fast asleep. I turned off the television and attempted to go to bed.