Looks Can Deceive

Chapter 20

I have to get out of this place. I killed so many people. No. I killed one. The rest tried to revolt. The rules are strict here. I can't let it bother me. But it does. So many people die. Just because they want a normal life. To live, have a job they want, get an education. They can't have that here. They can never be allowed to truly live. In a way I feel that those people didn't care if they died. To be dead is better than here. I think so. I can't go back into the main factory. It is pretty late. Around 6. I choose to just sit in my room. Hanna is already here.

"I think we should leave tomorrow morning." I tell her, I can't be here any longer.

"Agreed."

I lay down on my stiff bed. I just stare at the moldy ceiling. I want to leave. Not just the Factory, everywhere. Lately I have been feeling like I have been running for along time. I don't know where, but I can't stop till I get there. I am not welcomed anywhere. I have never been liked by many people. I want to get out of school. Out of this city. Somewhere were it isn't like this. That is where I am running to. And I will continue till I get there.

I want to see some of the dorms. Where these people sleep. My room is bad. I can't even imagine there's. I get out of bed. The minute I stand up I feel a sharp pain shoot up through my right leg. I yelp and sit back down. What happened?

I lift up the end of my pant leg. My ankle is bruised and swollen. A big purple, blue lump. I know when this happened. When I jumped off the balcony. I landed on my ankle. I can't even stand. How will I get back to school. Shit.

I drag myself to the bathroom. I look in the cabinet. I am looking for something for my ankle. I am about to collapse when I find some pain reliever and a wrap. I grab them and collapse to the floor.

I push my self up and limp to my bed. I take the recommend amount of pills. They are large pink pills. I swallow them down with my water from a clear cup. Next I take out the white wrap. I wrap it around a couple a times. It feels better, but still really sore. I try to stand. I can! I try to walk. I can't. But I can limp. I still want to see the rooms. I will have to limp there. I need to see them.

I limp to the door. I go to the rooms that are down the hall. I finally reach one. They can't lock their doors. For safety reasons. Or at least that's what the browns say. I open the old wooden door.

If I could run, I think I would. The floors are supposed to be white, they are dark yellow. The walls have peeling paint, the paint is brown, because of all the dirt. They are all different kinds of bugs everywhere. Spider webs go around the room. There beds are small and uncomfortable. They only have one thin blanket and no heating. No pillows. In the corner is a small desk. There is a diary on the top. I open up to the first page.

Dear Diary, August 20th

Today was bad, I learned that my sister didn't pass to high school. She will be coming back to the Factory. It's not right. I just wanted her to have a happy life. Go to high school be successful. Meet someone she loves. Have a life. But I will be a supportive sister. Fortunately Kim passed. She will go to high school. I just feel so bad for Grace, and Kim. To be separated from your twin sister. I can't imagine. I just hope they will be happy. That is all I want. For them to be happy. I love my sisters.

I will never be able to avoid this family will I? Kim did tell me she had an older sister. I just assumed that was Grace. I guess not. She had two sisters. I mean we didn't talk much. I have a feeling she doesn't tell many people about Grace. I wouldn't. I respect that.

I wonder if the person who wrote this, knows her sister is gone. I hope they tell her. Probably not. They will tell Kim. It has happened before. Someone's family member from the Factory dies. They send someone. They have a visit. Give them their loved one's belongings, and leave.

It's sad. To see these people learn their loved ones died. Even though I understand. I really do. I put the yellow diary back down. The cover has a flower on it. It some how makes me happy. Maybe that is why she has it. I most likely bought it before she came here. You can bring some things. Diaries are allowed.

I leave the room. The smell was bad. The room in general was awful. I couldn't live in there. How can anyone? I limp back to Hanna and I's room. She is putting on her shoes. I look at the clock. Nine. The work day is over. Hanna gets up and goes to the door.

"Where are you going?" I ask

"Out, be back later." She says

She is hiding something. I know it.

"Can I come?"

"No reason too, bye."

She's leaving for more than 'no reason' I want to follow her. I can't. She is fast. Way faster than me even when I am not limping along. I will have to wait. There is a 6 hour long walk I can find out then. I hope.