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The Gifted

Terror

Lost in a world that is no longer their own. Without adults to guide them. With fear consuming their every breath. A sister, a friend, lost, taken by the enemy. The enemies that surround them. Even the ones who should be on their side cannot be trus...

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Chapter 10 - Oli

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by isilee

by isilee

One day, I was going to get out of here. Just learn to fly a plane and get out.

But then my mind had always told me: what if they have spread all over the world and there is no out to get to? And had i never gotten any further than that. Learn to fly a spaceship? Unlikely. I'd never get out of here.

Jamie pierced my wandering thoughts, "What is it?" I raised my eyebrows, surprised.
"What?"
He cocked his head to the side, "Where were you? In your daydream, I mean."
"On a plane," I mumbled. Wow. Do I even speak any language at all?
I couldn't read his expression. Couldn't gauge his mood from his tone of voice when he said, "Really?" He kept on looking at me. Almost like he wanted to say something. Ask a question.

"Nothing." He muttered, "We should go." I nodded.
Then at the very last minute, I said, "Do you have any bronchodilators?"
His expression was utterly blank.
"Huh?"

I shook my head, "Never mind."
Don't suppose he'd have any mucolytics either? I wondered. Or know what they are.

I coughed nervously. Well, tried. I don't cough naturally. I'd always had to have someone whacking me on the back. We set off.

We had barely gone out the gate, and already my breathing was becoming laboured. I swallowed, in the hope that it would get rid of some of the slime. It was hopeless. The stuff was in my lungs, not my throat. And I always knew that.

Jamie kept looking at me strangely. Probably because I sounded like I was transforming into a werewolf. By now, it wouldn't just be me hearing the rattling in my chest.

Attempting to cough just made all these animalistic noises in my throat. Like a dying walrus. He was pretending not to notice, and I respected him for that. It was pretty embarrassing.

But after a while, he started watching me. Staring at me outright when he thought I wasn't looking. But, just like most other people, I had peripheral vision on my side. Eventually, he asked me directly if I was alright.