The Purge | JuiceWrld

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Two Hours Until The Purge

I had a small bag packed full of essentials that I needed during the 12-hours. I tucked away my jar of money, mini fridge and my sleeping bag to make it seem like no one was living here.

The tv was on with a different lady on the news this time. She was stick-like shaped with pale skin and short black hair.

"The Purge will begin at 7 pm and end at 7 am tomorrow morning. Happy purging." She chortled, sounding like an evil villain. The camera the changed scenes to same blonde lady.

"Everyone please stay safe and lock your doors. It's gonna be a bloodbath. Oh god, I hope it doesn't end too bad." She mumbled at the end. I knew it was only to add affect because I don't what she trippin about. She's the one who's safe.

I can't just "lock my doors" like everyone else can. Yeah this place is secluded, but there's a good chance someone could still be lurking.

I could stay here and die, or go out there and die. Or possibly live. Either way, I'm going out there.

I was going out looking like the real me. Fuck the wigs, fuck the makeup. What can the police do? Nothing.

I kept my pocket knife at my hip while I tried to make this abandoned church not look like a home. It took a while since I have been living here for five years.

I looked at the time and it read: 6:58

"Oh shit!" I whispered. My tv suddenly cut off then made a weird noise and the screen turned blue.

"This is not a test, this is not a test

This is your emergency broadcast system

Announcing the commencement of the annual purge

Sanctioned by the US government

Commencing at the siren

Any and all crime, including murder

Will be legal for twelve continuous hours-"

I yanked the plug on my tv and put it where my fridge was hidden. But I still heard the monotone woman continue to speak somewhere outside.

"This is not a test, this is not a test

The annual purge has commenced

For the next twelve hours, all crime is legal

Emergency services will be suspended

This is not a test"

She repeated herself until 7 pm hit and the siren sounded. At once, chainsaws were revving up and guns were going off. I peeked outside to see no one was near me, so I snuck off.

The sound of piercing screams from women and crying babies flooded my ears, making me cringe. I could perceive men begging for their own lives and their families lives.

I felt strong hands push my pelvis against the brick wall, alarming me. When I saw the face, my heart sank.

It was Terrell Brown, a rich, spoiled football player I stole from. He was tall, dark and heavily built with curly black hair.

"Aw I thought I'd never see you again." His murmuring voice was sinister, sending chills down my spine. His hot breath was filled with alcohol and it didn't take long to fathom that he was drunk.

I didn't even know how to respond. He could just kill me right now, and receive no consequences,

"Drug me then steal from me? That's low, really." He spoke. "I lost my scholarships because of you!"