3 YEARS AGO:
I sat outside the local clinic, my feet anxiously tapping on the floor as I await for my name to be called for my results. A nurse steps out the door, a mask over his mouth, behind him a doctor stood. Her hand extends to me, along with an exchange of whispers.
"Wendy Jefferson." I step up to the two, who lead me to a room without a word.
"Stay here." They say as I place my bag on the table. The lock clicks and panic erupts inside me. Not only was I sweating bullets do to stress, but also my running fever. I thought of removing my cardigan, but it would reveal cuts that no one needed to see. I didn't even like seeing them, even though I was the one who caused them. Every time I did it, I instantly regretted it, not because I believed I didn't need the pain, but because my perky personality would wash away if anyone saw them.
The doctor steps back in the room. Her hands were covered by two layers of gloves. She kept her distance as she explained I had the mysterious disease that was spreading through the nation. She then informed me that I would be moved to a isolated area in the local hospital and my parents would be contacted. I was more upset that my parents work would be interrupted than that I had a deadly illness that could kill me. I was a bother to them.
The next moments were a blur, within seconds two men burst through the door in full covered suits, they practically dragged me down to ambulance as I yelled that Caspar would be needed a check up too, but no one heard me even though I was the center of attention at the moment.
In the ambulance, I constantly scratched at my throat, the itchy feeling wasn't leaving me. Large swollen blisters appeared where I rubbed.
The oxygen mask did nothing to help my breathing and I knew that this unsettling feeling was for a reason. I was dying. I was dying fast. The virus sweeping the nation, it was so quick moving that it didn't even have a name yet.
Drugs rushed through my system, my pulse was already weakening by the second. "Jeff, your family is on their way." The nurse informed me, giving me anew nickname that I would go on to despise. "You'll feel better soon."
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Lost Kids (a.i.)
Hayran Kurgu"Wow! How did you do that!" The blond jumps. I still haven't learned his name. "I'm dead. I don't go by the rules of life, because I am not living life." - All copyright belongs to me. No taking ideas, characters, or plot of story.
