Evergreen

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November. November is when it would happen. I had to warn Alex. There was no possible way that cure numbers could spike like that for a single month if they were not trying to cover something.

I walked home at 10pm exactly, leaving a message at Alex' house on my way, telling him to meet me at the evergreen. I had to tell him what I had figured out. The threat of what was to come just seemed to grow more and more as the days went on, knowing that they were now just numbered.

The numbered days, play thoughts in my head. Ones that a few months ago would have destroyed me, I might have confessed to a man in white. Perhaps even took it upon my own hands.

But I'm not scared anymore, these unorthodox thoughts that once imprisoned me have no freed me. And whilst it scares me to admit it, I have never felt more alive. I love him.

Sirens.

The check took me by surprise. They tended to run in a rough pattern, sometimes the algorithm was messed up to make the checks appear random but the last check was only two days ago. This made no sense.

Yet here I was once more, stood in line by my father's side, my left wrist extended ready to be met with harsh metal.

First my mother; a long beep was sounded.

Then my father; a long beep was sounded.

And then me. The metal was pressed against my skin, an iron grip around my arm, holding it still. I didn't question it but it felt tighter than usual. Six seconds passed. Nothing. A further four continued and then my heart dropped. The machine beeped. But not once, nor twice. But three torturous beeps escaped the machine. The grip tightened and I dreaded looking down at the screen.

Timor – stage four

My mother cried, reaching towards me as my father held her back. I had never seen her like this. Her behaviour was almost erratic. My mind just felt numb as I was dragged to the white van, I couldn't even feel humiliated as I was torn from my home, everyone around me could see it unfold. I was thrown in, doors slammed behind me.

All I could think was one thing was rather odd. Why was no one else in the van with me. Why am I alone in here?