A Town Called Yesterday

Chapter 3: Right Place, Wrong Time

A.N - I finally updated!!! It feels soooo weird. Thank you to everyone who's been waiting for this 'cause I appreciate I haven't exactly been all that co-operative. Thanks again and hope you enjoy. Love Bubs xxx

I ran throught the Spectrum like I never had before; crashing into crates, trees, anything that was getting in the way between myself and my hiding place.

I had just been in another meeting with the elders trying to persuade me to 'choose' at the next induction. There wasn't even the slightest chance that I would be marrying at 17 to a vile man who had been brought up in the Spectrum and never even thought to rebel against my mother, leader of Mythrin. Kyle (my "future husband") and I was some Mythrin, Chambers made, desire that my mother and her sidekicks had wished upon, not something I either was tolerating nor doing under any circumstances.

But that wasn't the only reason I ran. I ran to hide from the death that had come upon Elijah, one of my many patients in the Spectrum. If I hadn't been in that stupid council then I could have been by his side as he drifted. His fever had gotten so high in temperature that all the morphine in his bloodstream had burned away to the point where he couldn't manage any longer. The cut in his stomach infected and unattended to, he'd kept it quiet. People told me that he'd begged for a bullet... nobody was strong enough to relieve him.

If only I'd been there! Argh! I was just so frustrated and upset. Everything seemed to happen to me. No, I thought, that's completely not true because it wasn't. People from the Spectrum died everyday. I was 'lucky' because I'd been born into the Chamber House. It all made me sick to the stomach.

I reached the old cow shed that would be my shelter for the night and sobbed, the weight of living dragging down my shoulders.