Jessie's pov:
"Shut up! I wish you'd just go die!"
My eyes tear open. I'm sweating, and dry tear marks are left on my face. That was the last thing I said to my mom, before they took me away. They told me it wasn't safe here, at my house. That I had to go immediately. I screamed and fought, kicking and grabbing, shrieking angrily at the strange people taking me away. I was home alone. I had a day off of school because I was having trouble with bullies. I was told to never try to regain contact with my parents no matter what. I cried so hard that night, sitting alone in a dark cell like room. All it had in it was an uncomfortable bed, a small nightstand and lamp, and a dresser. I don't know why there was a dresser, I had no extra clothes. They threw them out, even the clothes on my back! A dreary grey jumpsuit is all those cruel people gave me to wear. That and 2 pairs of underwear, a bra, some socks, and a pair of army style boots. They never told me their names. Just that they were agents on a mission. As for hygiene, I was aloud to bathe once a week, in water that was used by other people. Guards would watch you as you undressed, and bathed. I did not feel secure having people watch me as a try my best to cleanse my cracked skin. We did not brush our teeth or comb our hair at district 17 where I was based. I was part of a large worldwide camp for the unsafe 'mortals', as they called us. But I don't see how it was any safer, they only fed us three times a day. 5 am, 12pm, 6pm. No snacks at all. Besides all they fed us was dry bread, water, this weird rice like dish, and the occasional canned beans, if we were lucky. There was this pretty cute cook, Monte. His father apparently owned the entire facility, that is before he became infected and was put to death. Monte was really kind to me, despite his fathers record of being so brutal. For my 13th birthday he baked me a special cupcake from some flour he snuck from the troop's supply when he was there cooking and caring to the injured and infected. Despite Monte's sweet personality, I still feel alone in this world. I feel kind if bad for leaving him when things went all-hell at the base camp. But I had to escape! They were coming for me and I had to go!
I was so caught up in these memories that I hadn't noticed Ace had disappeared! And at the worst time too, because I'm beginning to hear the trooper's heavy footsteps stomp onto the ground and their hefty voices booming my name.
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