Dunkirk • H.S

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"Blair!"

His voice, despite how close he was to me, was distant. I could see the bodies lying on the ground, the life vanished from their souls. There were so many, and the more I saw, the more I counted, the more my body went numb.

My sister was in there, somewhere in the midst of all the insane chaos that had went down, and deep down I know the chances of her being alive were slim and knowing that hurt.

So I cried. And I wished that I weren't here. I wished that this wasn't happening. I wished that this place never even existed, and I wished she was alive.

"Blair, look at me!" I could feel his hands desperelty try to gain my attention as he shook me.

I stared at him, but my mind was still focused on the dead bodies. It was a feeling of dark emptiness that leaked into the air, making it a toxic wasteland of depressing reality.

"Please, Blair, I need you to focus for me." He brought me close to him, his face inches from mine as his humid breath fanned my face as he spoke.

My head slowly came back to state and I could feel my aching chest heaving up and down as my cheeks were soaked with silent tears.

I blinked, letting the tears fall as I let my body collapse against his hard chest.

He wrapped his arms around me, his hand cradling the back of my head as he rested his chin on my head.

"She's going to be okay," his voice tried to calm me, but even I heard the doubt laced between his hopeful words.

"Stay here, Blair, please." He pulled away, grabbing the sides of my face and looking into my eyes.

I shake my head, anger now boiling inside of me like a volcano that's threatening to erupt. "No." I finally speak, stepping away from him.

"I'm getting my sister." I say, trying to control my breaths. I'm trying my best to overpower the negative thoughts in my own head. The voice that keeps telling me my sister is not alive.

"Blair they aren't here, we're too late." He says. "They have already took the girls."

I shake my head, a scoff coming from me.

"Not all of them," I refer to the ones that didn't make it. More than plenty of them were lying on the ground with blood painted on their bodies.

"Your sister isn't dead." He tells me, trying to reassure me. "And she isn't here." He looked off past the gates. I could see the muscles in his jaw flex as he sighed and shook his head.

"Where did they take them?" I ask.

"I...I don't know." His words made my stomach sink.

"Then we find them." I say, a panicked breath spurting out of my mouth. I go to walk away from him, to get in the jeep, but the feeling of his tight hand wrapped around my elbow halts me.

"How, Blair?" I was befuddled by the amount of force he used to pull me back towards him.

His eyes were set but I could see the frustration and fear in them as clear as day.

"What do you mean how?" His teeth were clenched but I had no clue why he was acting it out on me.

I yanked my hand from his grip. "You have a phone, call someone. Get directions, I don't know." I waved my arm in the air.

"I can't do that." He said, his eyes never met mine. He held his gaze elsewhere, avoiding mine.

"Do you know something that I don't?" I asked, moving to where I was in front of him. "Where are they?"

"I don't know where they are." He looked at me.

"Then why can't you-"

"Blair, your sister was already injected with the serum." I sucked in a breath, clearly knowing what he's about to say was only going to kill me more.

"Okay?" I let out a shaky breath. "That doesn't mean she's dead."

"I've counted six girls that are dead, all of them being ones that were injected." His voice was thin.

"How many were injected?"

"I believe twelve, but I'm not sure." He shook his head. "The girls that were injected had gotten tagged on the back of their necks. They were completely unaware of the marking but it was to manage and keep control of there body functions. The gang knew about the tags, how dangerous the girls could be caused from the serum...I don't think they would let one live, yet alone try to save one."

I stared at him. "Why didn't you tell me this?" I asked. I don't know if I should be mad at him, and I don't know if I should be sad that there is an incredibly high percent that my sister is dead.

"Because I pitied you, Blair, you get emotional when it comes to your sister. Telling you she's dead in this situation isn't good. But I did. I am." His eyes were wide, ready to take any heat that he caused upon himself.

"All this time you have been giving me false hope." I shake my head. I was befuddled. Heartbroken, but confused.

"If I would have told you, you would have cried for-"

"She was my sister!" I screamed at him, pausing his voice. I clinched my fist and I could feel the tips of my ears burning. "What do you think I'm supposed to do? Have a five-minute mourning session?"

He stood still, staring at me in silence.

"You're an ass." I spit at him, walking away.

"Where are you going?" He called out.

I turned around and faced him, though much more distance was out between us.

"I don't know." I shrugged. "I don't know where we are, or how far from my home we are. My sister's dead, Harry. I lost my little sister. I don't have a fucking clue where I'm going." I could feel myself heaving for air as the tears kept falling.

"I'm sor-"

"I don't want to hear it." I sucked in a deep breath. "I mean what was i expecting, really? This camp was morbid in all ways, I would count myself lucky right now. I've lost something dear but I'm still alive, right?" My lungs squeezed out a laugh.

"Don't think like that, Blair." He shook his head, taking a step towards me.

"I'm seeing the bright side." I breath in deeply, trying to force myself to calm down.

"When I go back home, I have to live everyday with the sick memories of this place." I shake my head slowly.

"Then don't go back home."

I wanted to laugh, but my heart hung too low to even try to smile.

"I don't know how you see things, Harry. I know you aren't heartless, because I know you care about me. But there's something in you, something I don't know that makes you seem like a complete foolish ass."

His lips parted, he was ready to say something but closed his mouth and let out a breath.

"I have to go home, they're worried sick, probably thinking I'm dead too. I can't just leave them like that. I just can't." I tell him.

"I understand." He mutters to me.

I looked at the ground, closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath, blowing it out slowly when my lungs told me I couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Where do we go now?" I ask.

"We can look for your sis-"

"No," I cut him off as he motioned towards the bodies. "No, we can leave now. We need to go back to the motel, I need some rest." I tell him.

"We can do that." His voice was soft as he nodded his head.