❛ 𝔦 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔴𝔦𝔪 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔦'𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢. ❜
→ * . & ━━ a girl by the name
of sar, who can walk through dreams, finds
herself drawn to her hometown and into a
bigger m...
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↬ ↬ LISTEN TO 'ELEVEN IS GONE' BY KYLE DIXON & MICHAEL STEIN↬ ↬
IT WASN'T LIKE THEY DIDN'T ALL NOT MAKE IT.
Rain was falling. Why did rain always seem to fall at moments like these? The sky was starless and covered by grey clouds. They were about to slip through the gates, floodlights blinding the group.
But the soldiers were too close. Flashlights illuminated them and instantly Sar was reminded of the tests with the bright walls and the surgical equipment and the set of mice in their cage.
Sar and Lune were at the back of the four-person group, hand in hand. James had taken Katie's arm, leading her through the uneven gravel. Their bare feet cut against stone.
The soldiers were enclosing on them like cats in a game of cat and mouse. There were too many, guns pointed at the teenagers while they yelled commands. The two girls' eyes darted from either side, watching the soldiers run in. Their fingers were clasped tightly together.
"Little bird—" Lune had said. There was some heartbreaking weakness in her voice, one that Sar had never heard before. She'd slowed to a walk. Sar looked back once, making sure Lune was okay. There were no signs of pain, just an achingly sorrowful look on the older girl's face.
Sar looked back towards James and Katie, and to the soldiers enclosing on them. "We have to keep running." She tried to start forward again.
Lune hadn't moved. Her hand slipped from Sar's. "Go!"
She had turned towards the oncoming soldiers.
Lune couldn't kill all of them. They knew that. There were hundreds of armed men, and just one, lone, 18-year-old girl. She hadn't stood a chance.
Sar stopped in her tracks, hand still in the air from where it had left Lenora's. She was extending it to her desperately, eyes panicked and full of despair. Her gown whipped around her legs. "Lune—come with us!"
The tall, limber, dark-skinned girl stood there, looking back at Sar, the outline of her body illuminated in the harsh beams of light. Her hair was a ragged mess. Her bare knees poking out from beneath the hospital gown were torn and bloody. She stood there like some beautiful, terrible goddess, hands splayed out in front of her.
There was never anything in her eyes which told Sar that she didn't love her — which told Sar that she wouldn't die for her.
"Go!" she yelled again, and Sar was screaming. Then James was grabbing Sar and hoisting the bony girl over his shoulder, as Sar reached her arms back towards the girl that had practically raised her with desperation and sorrow wrung in each of her cries. Lune couldn't turn back to face them. Perhaps, Sar thought, if she did, Lune never would have been able to leave them. "Go!"
