Milk And Cookies (TBD)

Chapter 4

As the next day rolled around, Alex proceeded with his daily routine. Which, today, would be normal. The day before the therapy appointment was at a different time which led him to seeing McKenzie.
He got up and got dressed in the same old t-shirt and jeans. Same old torn up tennis-shoes and dog-tag from when he was in the army. He had gotten rid of the rest of the stuff from the war, it was just too painful.
He staggered, tiredly, out of his bedroom and walked into the kitchen to prepare himself some oatmeal. He followed his morning routine. The same. Once his oatmeal was finished he carried it over, carefully, to the small to person table that sat in the corner of his kitchen. He sat his bowl down. Something flickered in his peripheral vision. He looked up. Millie.
Her straight, shoulder length, dark brown, chocolate hair that was bleached on the end was perfectly brushed. Her piercing gray eyes stared straight at him. Her wiry frame, a constant reminder that she had been captured and put into a prison camp during the war, sat perfectly straight and rigid in the fold out chair. She looked real. So real. He reached out to touch her and suddenly his kitchen was replaced war grounds.

"What are you doing just sitting there, Lexi!??" She screamed at him. He remembered this day. The day Millie, Jeremy, and Alex had been captured and thrown into the camp. The day that started the long week in which they became closer and made an escape plan for everyone there. That was the exact thing she screamed at him. He had just been shot in the arm. He had been in shock.
She pulled on his arm so he wouldn't get shot again. However, she led them straight into the enemy's arms. They were captured. Jeremy leapt towards them so they wouldn't get caught. Yet, he wasn't quite skilled enough and ended up with them. He had seen this flash-back before and just went along with it.
Their grips were hard. Alex remembered after that he had five bruises on each arm afterwards. They marched. It was a slow long march and by the end of the trip Alex and his companions were starving because the soldiers hadn't shared food. When they reached the camp, they threw Alex, Millie, and Jeremy into the cell. Five minutes later of silence, somebody else walked in and injected them with... something.
To this day Alex still didn't know what it was.
When they woke up, they felt dizzy. Trying to think back on what happened hurt their heads. And they felt as though they were still asleep. At first, what the soldiers had them do seemed normal. But within a few hours. They snapped out of it. They had been drugged. The people were trying to make them forgot all that happened. But it wasn't enough. Alex shook his head. When they went back to the cell, Alex told his new room-mates what happened. They also snapped out of it. Immediately, they starting hatching a plan to not only free them, but free everyone else. It took a week. And lots of teamwork.
The flashback ended with everyone running. Running out. Running away. Running towards a common goal. Freedom.

Alex woke up crying. He was laying on his apartment floor and his head was throbbing. Using all his strength he brought his watch up to his wrist. It was around the time his therapy appointment ended. He was late. He was really late. He was really, really, really, late.
He jumped up and ran to the bus stop. He tapped his foot with impatience. The bus pulled up and practically leaped into the bus. He slid into the nearest seat as the bus's engine revved up. He sat there, impatiently, until it pulled up to his stop. He fled out of the bus and ran into the building, checked in, and hurried up to office right as Nadia locked. She gave him a face of pity.
"Sorry Alex. I have to go. Where were you?" She asked.
"Passed out. Flash-back." He heaved. Her eyes widened and she pulled out her phone and typed something quickly. She re-opened her office and motioned for Alex to sit down. Murmuring something about her grand-children coming to visit her and missing them.
"What happened?" She said, pulling out her note-pad. So, he explained. He explained the flash-back and why it was important. He spilled. Like he did every day when he went to therapy. He considered Nadia his only sort of friend. Sure, she could have been the age of his mother, even grand-mother. But he was the only one he was okay talking to. Nadia and Dina.
He got up and groaned realizing it was around five. He was probably going to see McKenzie. He trudged to Saint Brewery and ordered the usual. He didn't see McKenzie and sighed of relief. However, the door opened and the bell rang. He swirled around and there stood McKenzie.
"Dang it." He whispered.
She smiled when she saw him.
"Hi Alex. How are you?" She said cheerfully.
"Fine." He grumbled. "How about you?" He asked, for the sake of being polite. She smiled big.
"I'm good. Thank you!" She said, smiling.
He sat down in the back booth praying for her to leave him alone. However, after she ordered she sat across from him.