tornado // h.s.

tornado; nine

C H A P T E R                        N I N E

"the loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly." » f. scott fitzgerald

OPEN your eyes Ocean.

Open them and greet the hell you now live in. 

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            14 days of the knowledge of my family's death.

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            336 hours and I’ve wondered when something is going to break, when I’ll be the first to break it, wondering when everything is going to fall apart.

I should’ve been happier. Healthier. Sleeping better. Safe. With my family.

Instead I wonder if anything will ever get better. I wonder if I will ever stop pitying myself, if I'll ever get a shot of happiness. Every day I stare at the dull sky and remind myself I’m not alone I'm not alone I'm not alone but sometimes the secrets, oblivion, the people I’ve lost can’t seem to break free of the claustrophobia clutching at my throat.

"Ready?" 

I nodded slightly, not bothering to talk. I picked up the ripped cloth we used to carry our supplies; simple necessities, such as berries, firewood, and poppy seeds we found near a tree. 

 "You see that?" I squinted my eyes at a structure blurred by the fogginess. 

"A base!" Harry exclaimed. 

With excitement and relief, I ran to the structure, my bones struggling to pull themselves together. 

We arrived at the structure and waved our arms at the soldiers, eager to get the fuck away from the deserted land.

"Code 646. Take 'em," a soldier said, his bald head glistening with sweat. The second one began saying things onto his walkie-talkie, being replied with several orders and I grew with fear, hoping that they would give us food, give us shelter, help us survive. 

The bald soldier yanked my arm vigorously, pain so excruciating I wanted to cry. The other one yanked Harry, who's face was covered with expressions of pain. 

 "Where are you taking us?" Harry managed to spit out, me being unable to talk. 

I was frightened as hell. 

"Keep your mouth closed." 

"Not until you fucking tell me where you're taking us," 

"I said, keep your mouth shut!" the soldier holding Harry swiveled the butt of his gun into Harry's ribs, Harry letting out a pained gasp.

"Do you want to try us too?" the bald soldier looked at me.

"Do you?" he raised his voice, and I swallowed the lump in my throat before shaking my head 'no'. 

"Good." he replied, continuing to drag us to the unknown location. 

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"Eat." the soldier spoke, sliding in a tray with a loaf of bread and glass of water.

I picked up the loaf of bread, examining it before taking a small bite. I hadn't eaten real food for days and I needed anything in my body to keep me going. I tilted the glass of water into my mouth, allowing the liquid to go into my body. After I was done, I sat in my corner, trying to do anything to forget about what was going on. To ignore the billions of question running through my head.

1 breath. I heard movement.

2 breaths. I heard talking.

3 breaths. I panicked.

4 breaths. I thought I went insane.

"Let me out!" yells corrupted from the cell near me. 

That was when the sound of gun shots emitted.

Harry.

a/n

im so sorry for not updating yesterday as promised, i had a neck injury and i didnt even go to school lol i had a problem with my connective tissue and my neck and back still hurt but at least i can do something normally 

but anyways short chapters, yeah i know lol i say short chapters in all of my chapters but well idk im sorry i just rly have to go rn but i want to post today like i didnt even edit this oops

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