The Maze

chapter one

Harry's p.o.v

I sit in the living room of my small home that sits right on the outside of New York.

The sun shines through our barred windows. Dad thought it'd be a good idea to put bars up to make it 'safer.' Honestly I don't see the point.

Our parents work for the government, so they are gone everyday almost all day leaving me to take care of things here.

My little 7 year old brother named Jeramy sits on the floor playing with a wooden plane I carved him out of a tree branch.

His chocolate brown curls match mine, along with his green eyes and dimples. His smile and laugh makes me forget about the all the violence going on in the world today. I feel bad he has to grow up in the horrible world that is in constant war and danger. Luckily they haven't gotten to us... yet.

My worst fear is that all the war will come here, and we will no longer be safe.

So far it's stayed in other countries but we are just waiting for it to come to the U.S

"Harry." I hear his innocent voice ring in my ears breaking me out of my thoughts.
"What's up bud?" I ask giving him a warm smile.

"I'm hungry." He places his hand on his stomach making me giggle. I get up off our old couch and grab his hand leading him to our kitchen. The white cabinets and marble counter tops are bright from the sun shining through the window above the sink.

"Hm how about a grilled cheese?" I ask ruffling his hair. He pushes my hand away and laughs nodding.

I take out all the ingredients and make him his favorite grilled cheese sandwich. I place it on a plate and hand it to him.

He takes it with a smile and quickly eats it. I smile at him and pour him and I a glass of milk.

I sit in the wooden chair next to him watching him pretty much inhale his sandwich. "Jeeze bud, you really were hungry." I say as I take his plate.

"I told you. I want to grow up just like you." He says looking up at me with his sparkling green eyes.

I smile at him, but at uneasy feeling comes to be when he says that.

Just like me? What's so great about me?

Jeramy's face all of a sudden lights up, "your birthday is tomorrow!" He says with a smile.

I groan. "Don't remind me." I saw turning my back towards him and washing the single plate for no apparent reason.

Ive never been a fan of birthdays; especially mine.

My parents were never home for my birthday, they were always at work. I would sit alone just 5 years old on the couch watching my favorite show, with a cupcake that mom made before she left for work.

That's why I'm happy I can be here with Jeramy, I don't want him to be alone like I was.

The front door opens making me jump. I reach for my gun that sits on my hip and grab Jeramy and put him behind me.

"Harr-" I quickly cover his mouth.

"Boys?" I hear a women's voice call.

"Mom?" I say confused, sure enough she appears in the doorframe of the kitchen.

Jeramy runs out from behind me and jumps into her arms. Her brown hair is tied up in a sophisticated bun, her blue eyes are bright at the sight of her two boys.

"What're you doing home so early?" I ask giving her a small hug.

"Well they sent me home early." She says with a smile. That's strange.

I'm about to ask why but decide against it because Jeramy is just happy to have his mom home, and I am too.

I just feel weird that they would send her home early.. they have never done that.

I shake my thoughts out of my head and head upstairs while mom bakes cookies for us.

I go to the bathroom and decide to take a shower, I grab my old iPhone out of my pocket and set it on the counter by the sink.

I press the home button and a picture of my whole family pops up.

We all looked so happy, we usually were when we weren't separated.

I shake my head and discard of my white t-shirt and dark skinny jeans before hopping in the shower.

The warm water soothes my tense muscles, I don't know why I've been so stressed lately.

I wash my hair and shut the water off, wrapping a towel around me.

I walk to my bedroom and find a black t-shirt and some grey sweats. My wet hair makes droplets fall on my face and shirt.

I grab my towel and rub by curly hair with it before throwing it on the floor.

I turn on my little flatscreen that sits on my dresser and the first thing that pops up is the news.

All I see on my screen is fire and what once was a beautiful city; destroyed. I quickly turn the tv off and drop my remote.

I'm so sick of seeing violence.

A loud knock on our front door makes me jump up from my bed.

Little did I know the person behind that door would change my life forever..

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