Chapter 15: The Battle Within Myself

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I fought back the sleep my body suddenly 'needed'. For a minute ago I wasn't tired...

My eyes were going from closed shut, to wide open, then back to squinting... I couldn't see much around me, things were starting to get blurry.

I am frightened by the fact that this was my first time battling the sweet scented, sleeping gas.

Was it dangerous?

Should I just give in?

"No!" I shout, fighting the long blinks that followed. Blue was in pain, I need him to know that even that I'm behind glass in this fish bowl of rooms, I was here for him. Offering a small, probably pitiful smile, but it would have to do.

But when I finally got the strength to look up from the ground to him, I saw his nurse and a guard attempting to cuff him.

Of what my eyes could see, Blue was fighting the sleeping gass too, As he painfully managed to stand back up. Blue was fighting them and the sleep. He had no chance against the two... So I braced myself for his body to give in... And it did, he fell to the floor.

It was like slow motion. I gasped.

'What the?' I wondered briefly, 'what was that all about?'

Blue, (now being successfully cuffed) barely conscious, turns over from his side to meet my eyes, or to see if I was sleeping like the others. But no... I had fought off the sleeping gas long enough to see him slowly close his eyes, giving up his fight.

Was he proving something? Or was his mental pain to much to bare? And Why was he resisting?

Answers I would never know...

For at this time, the fourth wall to his room made its way down the glass wall... Blocking my view, and the 13 other teens view of the 14 year old boy we knew as Tanner.

'He knows something... To much of something, and the capital now see's him as a threat.' I came to this realisation the next morning when I replayed last night's events.

"Take care Tanner, my beautiful blue eyed friend. If I know anything, it's that I truly, honestly love you-"

All I have to offer him are my father's last words of my letter...

"Concentrate."

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