Chapter 2

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I am not enjoying this. I am not enjoying this at all.

"Milo hurry up," Zeke started,"If we wanna get out of here you need to crawl faster. You're like 10 feet behind me already!" It was so small in the air vent, so I had barely any space to actually move. I wasn't understanding how it was so easy for Zeke. He was bigger than me! I hate being so fat.

"You are NOT fat! Gosh I hate it when you say things like that," I did not mean to say that out loud. How did I not realize that? Great. Now I'm gonna be hearing his annoying nagging voice by the time we get out of here. I could hear Zeke mumble things to himself silently. Not loud enough for me to hear, but I bet he wishes he could say those smart ass comments to me. I wouldn't care. I honestly think he should. I probably deserve it, but why care what I say?

I could hear some sirens going off. It scared me. I wondered if Zeke was scared. I knew for sure he wouldn't tell me with his massive ego in the way, but I knew that he knew I was scared. I'm not really the type of person to hide their feelings. Being a jinx doesn't help that. Mostly when I'm in a negative mood and I start to effect things around me. It might sound cool to lift things up with telekinesis, but not when you don't have control over it.

I noticed that Zeke stopped.
"Zeke?" I whispered, "what are you doing?"
No answer.

I asked again.

No answer.

"Zeke!?"I hissed at him.
He shook at the sound of my voice. "Zeke what's wrong?" I asked getting annoyed with him for not answering me.
"Nothing... I just.... I had to stop and think for a second," he answered. Finally.
"Are you sure? That seemed like a really long pause," I stated.
"Enough with the questions! Let's just hurry up and go!" He snarled. I did not appreciate this bad attitude of his. What crawled into his pants and made him all grumpy?
"Im not the leader here," I told him. "You're the one who stopped ya booty face, so let's go," I said while poking his butt.
He started to move forward again while I followed. While following I looked down to figure out why zeke had stopped. My eyes widened in horror. I stopped moving unlike him who was still moving. There was so many of them. Children. Helpless children being tortured for selfish reasonings. I choked on a sob.

They're just like me. They were brought here for experimenting no questions asked. It hurts knowing others have to go through the same pain you did. This is the only place I've lived in. I've never been anywhere else but here. Always being able to hear the piercing screams of innocent people. Always being scared. Always being alone. It would've stayed that way if I hadn't of met my brother Zeke. I've always dreamt of having a family but I never expected to get Zeke. I never would've guessed he was related to me. Him out of all people. Him and I are practically opposites. Him being the sly cocky one and me being the clumsy shy one.

When we both climbed out of the vent I was still teary eyed. He still didn't look at me. He knew why I was crying, but he still stayed the silent. After I was done being a cry baby we continued finding our way out.
He grabbed my wrist to keep me with him at all times, cause it totally helped last time. We decided to speed walk this time and while walking I looked through the many windows. I saw the children again.
I looked down at the floor not wanting to see them suffer. I could feel Zeke's grip tighten around my wrist to the point Where it started to really hurt.
I didn't say anything because I didn't want him to know he was hurting me. Why? Because I don't want to make what ever is going on in his head any worse. He can use me as a punching bag for all I cared. I know that sounds bad but I'm used to it anyway and I deserve it. I ruined his life. It's all my fault.

I ruined his life.

I ruined his life.

Its all my fault.

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