Never Harm A Human

Chapter 12: Pain

Ever since I got home, I crawled into bed and kept my eyes glued on that Manila folder.

Almost every part of me screamed to go find Hannah. But there was another 50% that still couldn't believe it. Still couldn't believe the great amount of evil surrounding Hannah's life. What would I learn if I opened Pandora's box?

I'm not gonna lie, I'm scared out of my mind. And I can't help but feel like Hannah's out there somewhere waiting for me to save her. She always talked about how she idolized my strength, but what am I doing at the moment she needs me the most? I paralyzed with fear. An unshakable fear that at the end of all this I can't go back.

But even through this uncertainty, I'm sure of one thing. Something will change after I save her.

If I can save her. What if I fail? What if I get there too late? I blinked at my blank wall.

If you're worried about being too late, leave now, I reasoned. I rolled away from my thoughts and faced the other wall. The blue clock that hung there counted away all the seconds I was wasting. It seemed to count how much Hannah's life was worth to me.

I flopped onto my back and tried to smother me and my responsibilities with my pillow. But after a few minutes, I removed the pillow and checked the clock. 1:43. Was my clock mocking me? Was it trying to encourage me?

WHY AM I EVEN THINKING ABOUT THIS?!

Kira Pierce Faye, you open that file, get that information and save your best friend. Things may change, but not as much as they'd change if you let her die!

I sat up and crept towards the malicious folder. It was oddly light for the heaviness of the situation. I only got my thumb under the flap before I chickened out.

You can't try to save Hannah in your condition. Get goodish nights sleep first.

Right!, I thought, grasping for an excuse.

I set the folder on my night stand and pulled open the drawer. I grabbed the bottle that always seems to be getting lighter and I shake out a melatonin. I dry swallow it and wait for the darkness to swallow me.

My eyes opened to a blurry haze that kind of rumbled my room. I blinked really hard and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. My eyes landed on my clock, 6:15. It's time.

I ripped off my sheets and walked towards my closet, ignoring the gray foreboding haze in the sky. I pulled the string that hung in front of my face and flinched at the brightness. I pushed all my clothes to either side until I could see the small white door in the middle.

The door slid open smoothly and revealed a big black suitcase. I grabbed the handle and threw it onto the bed.

I went into auto-piolot, pulling out the contents in the order I needed them. Black skin tight suit, shoulder, ankle, and hip holsters, amo belt, thick combat boots, and fingerless gloves.

Once everything was strapped on and in its place, I removed the fake bottom of the suit case and got to the big guns.

And I mean that literally. I pulled out the heavy dark pieces of metal and tucked them away into all their nooks a crannies. I packed extra cartridges in my belt and strapped an ak-47 to my back. I jelled my hair into a bun and looked in the mirror.

It's been a while since I've worn this outfit. It was supposed to be my teenage edition for my old job. But then I got fired and they never asked for it...so I kept it. I grabbed my winter cover alls and well, covered it all.

I pulled on the gloves that completed the outfit and opened the file.

The only things in there was the same map Derek showed me yesterday, a picture of a large white van that didn't have windows in the back, a picture of the last place the kept her and a new map of the new course they took.