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Vacation

I lay there in disbelief, the guard wanted me to go back. But could I trust him. And with my foot I couldn't do it if I wanted to. But what about my back, didn't I get shot? I can't feel any pain. I can't feel any hole in my back, just my foot. The throbbing in my foot has died down though. Quite noticeably actually. I searched the guard to see if he had any other weapons or supplies, none. The other guard still stands there, dumbfounded. The bullets dropped from the air but he stares like they still hang there. I go to get up to see if he is in shock when I step on a rock, with my bad foot. An excruciating pain shoots through my body at this moment. I bend down and curl up in a ball with my chin to my knees and my hands clenching my foot. I think I may have let out a scream but is fits in. I try to relax but I can't let myself let go of my foot. My hands are cloaked in blood and I feel faint. My vision starts to darken and I think I am I am going to go faint. The guard on the hill starts moving towards me. I try to fight it but I pass out before he reaches me. I come back for a second when he lifts me to his shoulder. My nose slams to his back and I try to manage to say watch it but, it probably sounded like "wah i" I snap back to consciousness to see the green walls of 4-c31 and fall asleep. I think what comes to me is a memory, not a dream. I see someone standing at a bus stop texting. Someone else walks up to him. I don't know what was said but I heard "vacation" The man that was texting said in a loud voice "you won't touch her, my child" and then with that he started to walk away. The man who approached him followed at close proximity. The two men rounded a corner and there where gunshots. The man who was following stumbled back around the corner, shot. The other man ran around the corner, gun in hand, and ran back to the bus stop. He stopped at the stop and looked at me. He said " my child, come we shall take a vacation." And the vision went blank, definitely a memory. I snapped back to consciousness and was still in room 4-c31. I got up and the room was empty, no desk, no table of quesadillas, no blue green liquid. I checked my pockets for the knife, nothing. I checked my foot to see if I still had a hole in my foot, nothing. My shoe was still crimson red but no hole. I stood up and surveyed the room from a different vantage point. there was a rug in the floor that I hadn't noticed before. I walked to the rug and lifted it. My knife, a key, and a dollar were there. I grabbed the items and stood, clenching the knife. The blade shot out but instead of silver it was red, like blood. Did I stab someone. No couldn't have. I remember bullets. Two shots. No impact. What happened? Mye stumbled in with a loud crash. She wore a long flowing dress that was stained red down the middle, starting at her stomach. I raced over to her. A pool of blood already forming at her side. I screamed for help, but there couldn't have been help on the way they did this to her why would they help. I put my ear to her lips to she if she had anything to say, and she did. She said "you have to take that key and you have to end this with it. You have magic abilities even if they tell you otherwise. Don't trust them. Show the dollar to Mira. She will tell you where to go" and her voice trailed off and she was dead. None of what she said made sense. How do I end this with a key? The magic abilities. Mira is dead. How can I follow her dying wish. I put my ear to her lips and heard her whisper "she isn't dead, find her" and then she was engulfed in purple smoke. When the smoke cleared there was a note that read:

My child, come we shall take a vacation.

Vacation. The word stuck in my head. Where had I heard that? The dream. The bus stop. The floating bullets. Stabbing Corey. It all rushed back to my head. My child, come we shall take a vacation. What. The. Hell.