Recovered

Chapter 1

Katrina

"See? Wasn't that fun, Katrina?" Thalia said.

I chuckled. "That's definitely one way to put it. What should we do now?" I asked as I slid down stretching out in the dirty ground.

"I don't know. I hear there's free food here though!"

I smiled. "Do you like my dirt angel?"

"Yeah it's nice." She replied as she started to make one. "How long do you want to stay here?"

"What, don't you like our change of scenery, Thalia?" I made a little pouty face.

She laughed at me. "Not enough to stay. Besides we still have our whole lives ahead of us. So, how long are staying?"

"Guys, we are in prison!" Shaylee screamed at us.

"We were being sarcastic."

"But it's not like we can just leave. Our whole lives are over! We mur-"

"Seven billion people in the world, and you're overreacting because we killed one man." Thalia said taking over the conversation.

"But-"

"Seven. Billion. People. Now quit complaining and drink your smoothie."

"I don't have a smoothie," Shaylee said sadly with a disapproving look.

"Sometimes you have to do bad things to get the results you're looking for. When that happens people often forget all the good you did. Please don't be one of those people Shaylee," I said.

"I-I won't be," she stammered.

Many days passed. We just lied on the dirt floor. Slowly the realization that this was to be our life sunk in. And things got worse.

"This is bad," Shaylee whispered.

"You said that already," Thalia observed.

"It seemed worth repeating. Katrina, what do we do now?"

Before I could answer the lights flickered. Then it was completely dark, but only for a few seconds. When the lights came back on there was a note, and some keys. The note said run. And so we did.