Zoey's POV
I wake up in a white room, hearing the sound of soft crying. I sit up and see Leigh in the corner, curled up in a ball, sobbing. I crawl over to her, and come to a realization that we are alone - my boy and Chloe are nowhere to be found.
I swallow the fear that comes with that realization and wrap an arm around Leigh. She sits up and looks at me sadly, red eyes even redder due to her tears.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"They took her - Chloe. I don't know what they were doing, but they came in after we went to sleep and it woke me up and I saw them drag her out."
I sigh shakily. It'd be a good time for that nameless boy to show up!
The door opens and the warden comes in, looking pleased with himself.
"Hello, freaks," he says coldly.
Anger flares inside me.
Insane. I am insane. So I should be able to get away with this.
I leap up and slam him against the wall as hard as I can. I press my hand tight against his mouth and pin him to the wall. He's too shocked to struggle, he just stares wide-eyed at me. I retrieve his knife from his pocket and hold it to his throat just as Leigh jumps up.
"Zoey? What are you doing?" she asks.
"Killing him."
The warden's eyes widen.
"I'm insane after all, Warden. So I think I should be able to get away with this, shouldn't I?"
He narrows his eyes and I remove my hand from his mouth.
"Say your last words, butthole," I snarl with cold heat coursing through my very heated veins.
"You won't do it," he says.
"You think so?"
I shove the tip against his stomach.
"I am more than prepared to do this."
"If you do it, you will truly be insane, now won't you? But not only that, but your friend over there will be scared of you then, won't she?" he says.
I don't look at Leigh. I know not to look away from this man.
"I'm insane. I have some imaginary friends of my own."
I take that knife and stab him through his throat.
