Untouched

The Surge

The memory rushes back, this is their way of torture, bringing back the worst memories. They force my eyes closed, then inject The Surge into my body, a feel of electricity fills my body. 

I open my eyes to my younger self holding my mother and father hands. They are swinging me between them, back and forth and back and forth. I see my self giggling and laughing, actually having fun. A smile forms across my face seeing how happy I was. Then it happens, my parents hit the ground unconscious. The giggle turned into a scream. I was so young I didn't know what was going on. All of a sudden the bright colorful world, turned dull and dark. I cry and cry pleading for my parents back. A couple minutes later I was pulled from my parents life less body. I was put i the back seat of a car with another strange looking girl. She looked around 9 or ten. She was not crying, for she knew this was coming. The didn't seem to notice I was their, she didn't notice my red puffy eyes or my heavy screams. We eventually arrive in a room with silvery metal walls, two beds, a sink and one apple on the floor. The bright red apple somewhat conferred me, the little pop of color remind me of my family; with our bright red hair.

The memory fast forewords to a couple year later. By then I must have been 10 and the other girl 16. Now I am 18 the girl is well, should be 24. We planned an escape, when their would be a new moon. We had mapped out everything. Then the night of escape, I remember something. There is one way in and one way out. I was told that by a worker who had just got fired for smuggling out other Cursed ones. Neive always said that there could, their is another way. I told it was risky but she was all for it. I never told her she might have not been dead, is it my fault that Neive is now dead?

I start to rethink the plan and tell her we should go back. Neive contiues on. I thought I hear footsteps so I turn, I pull NEives arms but she stays put.

"I see the other door."

"Neive!" I yank her arms harder but she continues walking. I turn and run, positive Neive would come. She is so sure she can escape that she dosen't see me leave. I turn a corner and pant heavily, that is when I hear the gunshot. I want to run and get her, I want to cry my heart out, buy Neive would want me to slowley go back to out room, as so I do.

A guard soon enters and tells me the news, a tear slid down my cheek. That exact moment enters, the moment when I heard the gunshot. I feel that I could have done something, but I didn't. I remember memories, good memories of Neive, like how she would always give half of her sandwich if I was hungry. Or when she would tell me a story if I couldn't fall asleep. Even when she said she would care for me no matter what. Then I knew their would be no more good memories of Neive.