A World Without a Cure

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I sprinted down the hallway running from the ticking grenade about to explode. I ran down a small corridor looking for a place to hide. I located a small door at the end of the hall. Most doors either lead outside where you have countless places to run or they lead to a closet in which you can hide, either one will do in this situation. I reached to my coat pocket grabbing the paperclip I had in there for emergencies, and I'm pretty sure this counted as an emergency. I quickly stopped to catch my breath, Clutching my chest feeling as if I was going to explode.

Then the grenade exploded.

"Sam if you don't get back in here this instant you're getting detention. This is the last time I'm going to deal with your idiocy!"

Dang it! And I was so close this time. I trudged back to my prison. They must all be blind. They must not see why I don't want to be trapped in a brick building with locked windows. I don't belong here with the rest of them. I know that I'm a failure already. I don't need to be reminded that I'm not good enough to live like a normal human. Why lock me in a building with a bunch of other disappointments. You think that putting me in a group of people who are just as, if not even more of failures than me is going to make me feel better about my self esteem. Well it's not. It's just going to remind that even my horrific life isn't the worst of what exists. I can't keep living in this world where people don't believe illness can cured.

I decided this was the last time I would suffer the pain of being stuck in a this lousy excuse for a school. Instead of going back into class where Mr. Davis would be waiting for me ready with a detention slip and a failing grade, which I didn't need any more of. I turned around and ran down the hallway and tried to open the door ahead of me. After fumbling around with the lock a few times I managed to pry open the door. Then suddenly I heard a loud crashing noise. Out spilled sports equipment of all kinds crashing down to the ground. I kicked the door fully open, once everything proceeded to fall out. I flicked on the light switch and continued to walk into the small room. Looking around there didn't seem to be anything unusual about this closet. Then I spotted a single shelf on the left side of the room. On it were what seemed to be thousands of small containers filled with various labels on them such as flu, headache, cough and heartburn. What in the world are all these strange words I'd never heard of I thought. I grabbed out my cell phone and took a picture of them, still curious as to what these were. I looked at the jars again. They seemed to have small, pale tablets and weird liquids I'd never seen. I bet these are some type of rare food I concluded and decided to try them. I threw a few of the tablets from the jar labeled "headache" into my mouth and then drank some of the liquid labeled "Flu" I continued along the shelf eating and drinking the contents of the next five or so containers. After a few more minutes of skimming the shelves I began feeling loopy and everything became blurry. I clung to the shelf trying to get a grasp on reality as the room started spinning. I tripped over some boxes trying to keep my footing. Then I started slowly falling and all the sudden the room went dark.

Thunk, Thunk, Thunk, Thunk.

My eyes fluttered open to see a tall man towering over me dribbling a basketball right next to my face. I closed my eyes my brain going back into oblivion as the mans face drifted off in my consciousness. After what seemed to be an infinity my eyes flashed open and darted around the room. The room was now pitch black except for the small crack left in the bottom of the door letting in a shred of light. The rhythmic dribbling noise seemed to have stopped and all you could hear was the quiet hum of the air. I got up tripping over a bin full of hockey sticks in the process. My vision was still somewhat clouded and I couldn't see where I was going

SMACK!

I looked up to see I had walked straight into a tall, brooding figure.

"Samuel Hamilton."