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seventeen • best behaviour

Eden's P.O.V

I stayed in the hospital for a few days to "recover." Today I'm being released.

I've been on my best behaviour here just like when I first got to Dema.

I figured if I stopped freaking out, they would take the handcuffs off of me and start treating me normally again.

They eventually did.

I declined all other visitor requests. The only people I allowed in was my mom and brother.

I couldn't deal with more people telling me I'm a crazy crackhead and what happened in Dema wasn't real.

I should be thrilled that I'm home, that I can return to my old life. The life that I knew 3 months ago.

But I can't.

Everything's changed. I've changed.

My friends were still stuck in Dema and I couldn't go on with my life as if nothing happened.

Besides, even if I could get over them.. I would die anyways.

The only thing that comforted me was the fact that if I couldn't get to them in time, they'd at least be safe from the plague that would end up killing the rest of the human race.

I never even got the chance to tell them the truth.. they still don't know.

It was time for me leave and my mom and brother began to pack up all of my stuff.

I looked over and saw my brother carrying my bag.

I couldn't believe that it was actually here. I had left it by the bushes before going into building X.

"Hey! Pass me that!" I demanded feeling protective of the items inside.

"Jeez, here." Ethan said tossing it to me.

I clutched it tightly in my arms before walking out of the gloomy room.

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The drive home from the hospital took about 30 minutes.

We all sat in silence. No one knew what to say to me.. probably in fear of setting me off.

I was angry that they didn't believe me.

After all I've been through these past three months and they couldn't just believe me.

My breath hitched in my throat as we began pulling into our driveway.

This is so surreal.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and reached over to open the door.

My brother had beat me to it and quickly opened the door for me.

I simply smiled and stepped out. My eyes focused on the house in front of me.

Sadly it didn't look like home anymore.

With my bag still in my hands I began walking to the front door.

My brother once again beat me to it and held it open for me.