Whatever had happened in the office the week before, Angela didn't remember. All she remembered was the feeling of anger burning in the pit of her stomach. It was not something she was used to, to have so much anger and to feel it as a fire inside. She liked it, but she didn't at the same time. Not knowing what had happened scared her. Not knowing how it happened scared her. Feeling that liking of the anger she felt and how it had affected her in such a way that she blacked out from knowing what went on and doing unimaginable damage to another person, no matter how bad of a person they may be or have been, scared her.
Now she sat in a gray, warm seat going down the interstate with fear riding beside her and barbed wire fences as her destination. She was going somewhere where they hoped to set her straight. Somewhere she hoped she would be set right and wouldn't end up hurting anyone else. She never wanted to hurt anyone, not in a million years, she just wasn't raised that way and never had that feeling for wanting to be that way. Somehow, however, that one day sent her in another direction and she wanted to tear people apart. Not by their emotions, but physically apart, piece by piece, droplet by droplet. She had changed immensely and she didn't like... yet she also loved it.
All that she had heard about that day was that she was tranquilized by the nurse, Mrs. Dietro, and a moment later she was on the floor. Police and ambulances came in a rush and took her and Brittany away. Brittany was sent immediately to the hospital for a thorough cleaning and bandaging, her wounds were severe. Angela was sent there to be looked at and then was sent directly somewhere far off from Brittany. The brunette and red head that were the friends of Brittany were questioned afterward. Angela found out their names are Cherli and Sara, who is who Angela didn't know. During the entire time all of that was happening, Angela was handcuffed and had still not woken up from her black out. She didn't wake until she was halfway through the desert with her wrist cuffed to the thin, metal arm of her seat. She had listened to the bus driver and a guard talking about what had happened for a couple of minutes after she woke. She didn't even get to see her parents before she was taken away, but she had supposed they saw her. She didn't know when she would see them again, but she was hoping that it would not be long. She was also hoping that they were not disappointed with her or angry about what she had done. She hadn't meant to. At least she had not sanely meant to.
Outside, the surroundings were desolate, hot, and forbidding. The most that was able to be seen out there was the white, dry sand and a tumble weed every so often rolling along that desolate ground. To Angela it seemed typical and movie-like. Maybe I'll see an air raid or a space ship landing along a rising pyramid. The air inside the bus was hot and dry, making Angela realize how thirsty she was. The only other people there were two guards in gray and blue uniforms and the bus driver. Other than them, Angela was practically alone.
“Is there any water?” she asked.
Both the guards jumped in surprise at hearing her awake. “Yeah,” said one of the guards. He got up and took a bottle of water out of the cooler beside him. He went over to her seat and gave it to her.
“You sure you should be giving her that?” asked the other guard. “The police said to be wary of her around water.”
The other guard looked back at him. “They said be wary, not that she couldn't have any. It's hot out here... dry. We're in the freaking desert. I think she may need some water. Who knows the last time she even had any. We've been out here along the road for hours and I've already drank five bottles. You've drank seven.”
“Still. Be careful. The police officer I was talking to looked really serious when he told me. A little scared, too.”
“How could anyone be afraid to give a fifteen year-old girl some water? What's so scary about that?”
