Chapter 4-Poster

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Lilly woke up coughing. In her mouth she tasted blood. But she was warm. She opened her eyes and her vision swum.

“Did you hear that?” Came a young , happy voice.

“I think shes awake!” Came an older man’s voice.

Suddenly two strange blurry faces appeared in her vision. One started to wave their hand in front of her face, she blinked, and her vision started to focus.

The person wave their hand in front of her face had dirty blonde hair tied back in a soft loose bun with a light green ribbon keeping it in place. She had a plaid button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and soft brown eyes. The other person, a man, had long brown hair and a scruffy but soft face and warming eyes. He had rough hands and a tie dyed shirt. She sat up. Who were these people? Her vision twisted and turned. The girl brought her some tea and started to explain.

“I can take you back to town on my atv, and you can head to the hospital to get some actual help. Our families are banned from that place for illegally protesting” Angel said, making little finger quote motions with her hands.

So when Lilly had enough energy, she picked herself up from the bus and with Angels help, got onto the ATV. Angel  tried to start a conversation with her, but Lilly was not in the mood for talking. How did I get there? She thought to herself. What would have happened if Angel hadn’t found me?

“So where do you live?” Angel asked, interrupting Lilly’s thoughts. “Do you not have a home?” She said when Lillian didn’t reply. “Well if you don’t, you can always move in with me, kay?”

They rode in silence.

Angel slowed the atv beside the curb. “This is as close as I’m legally allowed to get” she said as she helped Lillian off the machine. “Good Luck” she said smiling and sped off down the road. Lillian limped toward the front doors. She realized how much walking hurt on her own as her feet stung with every rippling muscle under her torn skin. It felt strangely familiar.

Young weak Lilly finally reached the front doors. The last thing she saw before she hit the cold floor from exhaustion was a missing poster, with her face on it.

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