Chasing the Cure

One Week Before Hell

Little did I know, my life would change in a day. No, I don't mean I broke up with someone after dating them for a month or something like that. I mean, this was serious shit. I had heard about them, wondered about them, and was terrified. One second, I was normal. Now, normal was out of the question.

We were taught the government was the good guys. We were hidden from the truth. The government had blinded us.

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*One week earlier*

I hopped off the bus after a LONG ass day of school. It was finally winter break.

"Bye!" Yelled Cassy. "Bye!" Yelled Becky. "Bye Cass!" I said as I flipped off Becky.
My ex-boyfriend cheated on me with Becky. And she loved to rub it in. She mad a bitch face and flipped me off before the bus pulled away. I yawned, hiked up my backpack, and slumped down the street. I pulled out my earbuds and played my music. The other kid who got off the bus with me was a senior. I was only a junior. I was only 17.

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When I FINALLY reached my house, I tried to open the door but it was locked. And there wasn't a car in the driveway.
"Really?" I sighed under my breath. My mom never locked the door, like EVER. So I looked up at my window. I had a tree growing next to my second window. I sighed and tucked some of my long brown hair behind my ear.

I did a sign of the cross and hauled ass to get up in the tree.

I climbed up three branches and got my foot stuck. Damn. I yanked it out successfully and sighed. I had scraped my palm and was bleeding. I hissed, but managed to make it up to my window. Thankfully, my mom didn't have locks on the windows, so I could open it up. I slid it open, and almost fell out. I climbed through the window, but my foot got caught on the outside of the window. I tripped and fell through the window and onto my bedroom floor. I brushed off my pants and shut the window. Then I went to the bathroom. I took out my earbuds and grabbed the soap. I squirted some into my injured hand. I rubbed it slowly and grimaced because it stung. Then I washed it out and wrapped it in a cloth. Then I walked into my bedroom and realized I didn't have my phone. So I went back to grab it and saw I had a call. It was Ethan, my ex. I sighed and answered the phone. I put it on speaker and walked into my room.
"What the hell do you want Ethan?" I said.

"Oh, Nora, thank god you picked up. I wanted to apologize. I'm so sorr-" then I hung up. I was done with this bullshit. I didn't even say bye.

"Jerk," I whispered.

Then he called me back. I expected him to. He NEVER let things go. And he was the most controlling person I have ever met. Then the phone call ended. I was going to get something to eat when my phone buzzed. I read the text that Ethan had sent.

It read "pick up the god damn phone Nora".

Then he called me one more time.

And for some stupid reason, I picked it up.

"Nora, why the hell did you hang up on me?!?!"

"Because you were being a jerk," I answered with more pride than I though I could muster.

"I swear to god Nora," then he sighed. "Sorry, I just wanted to call to say I want you back. Just give me a chance."

"Hmm. Lemme think. No."

"Why?"

"Because you have probably said that to ever other person you've ever met. You had one chance. And YOU screwed it up. Not me. YOU. So don't even try and blame me."

"Damn your stone cold," he replied.

"I'm not the stone cold one! I didn't cheat on you? Did I?"

And then I hung up. Then I blocked his number. I turned my phone off and slumped downstairs. I haven't eaten in 2 days. My mom never had food. My stomach grumbled. Then I heard a knock on the front door.

"Mom, how bout you climb a tree to get into the house."

I opened the door to find three men in black.

"Ms. Andreas, you need to come with us."

I stood there. Stunned.

"Which Andreas?"

Then he muttered the two word 's that would flip my word around.

"Nora Andreas."

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PRESENT TIME

So yeah. The took me, put me into a truck, and brought me here. It was an underground building.

I walked past young people from ages about sixteen to twenty-five. I heard whispers and my name being thrown around a few times. But how did they know me?