The Maze

Chapter 5

Harry's p.o.v

I open my eyes to realize I'm not in my house. This whole thing wasn't just a sick nightmare.

This is actually happening

The room I'm in is modern, full of white, grey, and black furniture.

Dark pillars are scattered across the massive room. This is what living rich looks like.

The bed I sit on is soft. The comforter is a white down. I reach up to my neck and instantly flinch when my finger tips graze over the sore spot where they must've shot me with something.

I want to go home.

Reality seeps in making me jump up from the bed.

Maybe I can escape.

I run to the bedroom door that is about 10 foot tall, and try and turn the handle but to my surprise it's locked. Of course.

I lean my head against the door and accept my fate. I'm going to die.

All I can think is that the government said that they would keep my family safe. I'm doing this for them.

I need to get my head on straight and realize there is no way I'm getting out of here. I need to survive this.

I push away from the door and walk over to the small modern kitchen to the stainless steal fridge, I open the door to find it packed with food.

Fruits, vegetable, meat, pretty much everything you'd need to get your prepared for something like this.

I pull out a banana and what looks like meatloaf perfectly made in a glass pan.

My mind wanders to thoughts like; what If this is a trick? What if it's poisoned, to weaken me so I for sure won't make it through this hell they've created.

I shake those thoughts away and realize they need me, they need to see my skills, if I have any it takes.

I grab a plate and put a piece of the meatloaf on it before sticking it in the microwave.

It's than I realized how hungry I really was. No use in starving myself. I need to get stronger.

I grab the banana and eat it in less than four bites. Once the meatloafs done I take it out and sit at the table which is a cold hard grey.

I quickly eat the meatloaf and set the dish in the sink.

I jump when I hear a loud knock at my door. I hear the click of the lock before the door is opened slowly to reveal that Mrs. Edmonson.

I do not move one inch, as if once again I was glued to the floor. I glare at the lady as her white high heels click towards me.

She gives me a cold smile. "Hello Mr. Styles." She says making my skin crawl.

"I am here to inform you of what will be happening." My eyebrows knit together and I don't say a thing waiting for her to finish. "Tomorrow you will start your training, you will train for two days straight, on the third day you will be put in the Maze."

They let you train? I think to myself.

"Is that understood?" She asks knocking me out of my thoughts. I continue to glare at her nodding once and turning back around.

"Good." I hear her say before her heels click out of my room.

God rich people annoy me. They think they control everyone and everything just because they have money.

They think they are better than you in everything. They think they know everything about you.

They think I'm just to give up, and fail.

Well they don't know who I am.
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