Anna & her Alphas

Thirty: Waiting

Pic: Anna, 10.
(Mackenzie Foy)

A N N A

No.

No.

The dark path lays itself out before me.

I see her in the distance, a ghost like figure.

I scream out, "MUM!" I take a few steps and then pick up speed wanting to reach her fast before anyone else could.

She turns her head towards me and all I see are a pair of dark, inhuman orbs staring back at me.

Her face, expressionless and frozen. Her eyes roll back and she collapses to the muddy and wet ground beneath her.

My old trainers, now soaked with mud and water, crunch and squish into the soggy ground as I push to get near her. My legs seem to be slowing down, and I drive with my arms but she keeps slipping further and further away.

Suddenly, white coats, a sea of white coat figures jump in front of me and half of them turn to my mum, the other half come mercilessly towards me.

I stop, my breathing laboured as I try to gasp for air, "Mum! Mum! I'm coming!" I struggle, barely making a sound.

I feel arms reach around me restricting my movement, I scream and fight the death grip.

"LET ME GO!" I bite the dirty hand that's wrapped around my shoulders, tasting of sweat and mud. He swears as I go in for the second bite in pure terror. I taste blood which gives me a little satisfaction but his pain tolerant must be high as his steel grip never falters. The satisfaction soon disappears.

The doctors have gathered like flies at mum's feet and then slowly, I see her white, pale figure rising upwards, reaching the trees, and then the top branches of the tallest among them and then, then the night sky, into the dark abyss. Alone.

I'm alone too.

I cry out, unable to do anything. I scream unpleasant profanities and continue to fight whoever's got hold of me.

The doctors walk towards me, and stare before I hear voices.

That's strange.

Their mouths aren't moving.

I shake my head before screaming out for mum again, desperate for her to come back but that's impossible and even I know that.

I feel multiple prods and my body is shaking but not of it's own accord.

Everyone disappears and I'm left on my own, but I feel myself being controlled and pulled around by something or someone else.

"STOP!" I cry out, kicking with my feet as I fall to the ground, ignoring the chilling sensation of puddles soaking through my top.
"Stop, I haven't done anything," I struggle to fight much longer, my energy is almost gone.

"Anna!"

"Annie, wake up! Now!"

"It's me, it's me! Stop!"