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"Ladies, today you all undergo change. I'm proud to say all of you are improving, you all look so healthy." Sister Woodhouse said. They all want to believe that we're all changing but none of us are. Deep down we're still the same people we were walking into this place. We just fake like we're better — so we can get out of here faster. When we go back to our parents, they think we've changed but we haven't but we continue to fake it so we won't have to end up like this again.
Sad truth. Today was called a "free day", but it's not really a free day here. Or in Mysterydale at all. As I headed back to my cell, I picked up some activities keep me busy. When I passed the office, Ms. Woodhouse called me in her office. I was hoping it would be good news and I could finally get out of here.
"Your bestfriend, Nolani Miracle was murdered two days ago." As soon as murdered came out of her mouth my brain couldn't focus on anything anymore, expect who did it. I balled my fist up together, which punctured my fingernails deep in the palm of my hands leaving slight blood marks.
She isn't dead — stop it. Are you trying to scare me again. Stop it, I said to her. She immediately showed me pictures of Nolani's autopsy, my heart dropped tears fell from my eyes quickly. At the exact moment I started sobbing, security came and dragged me to my cell. Threw me in. Left me there.. with my own feelings and thoughts.
As time passed I wasn't paying attention to nothing or anyone, I was laying in fetal position on the cold hard mattress. Suddenly, I heard screaming from the other girls in their cells. It also sounded like some of the sisters screaming also. "Where is this girl." In my head they were showing the sisters a picture of some girl at this camp.
I threw the blanket over the bed which would hide my body, while I was under there. I crawled under my bed and tried to slow down my breathing which was making me pant. I heard footsteps approach my cell and keys. I heard the door unlock as they entered my cell. "Where is she?!" "I-I- I don't know, she was here before you came I swear." Ms. Woodhouse said.
This was my chance to escape, I got in the position where I could quickly crawl from under my bed. I was about to risk everything. To leave this place — in three seconds. Three. Two. One.
I crawled from under my bed and kneed the gang member in his stomach. I noticed the jackets, the southside riots. I took the keys and stabbed Woodhouse in her leg just to attempt to run out. He grabbed me by my ankle causing me to fall on the hard concrete floor.
You didn't think I was going to let that little fall stop me? I kicked the man in his face and ran out my cell. The other gang members saw me and started chasing after me. I ran in the opposite direction, down the stairs which led to a basement. When they entered the basement, I pushed the boxes down on top of them which exploded in all types of drugs. I ran back out of the basement for it to lead me to the sisters pointing their rifles at me. I couldn't do anything, but raise my hands in the air.
There were only three rifles, of course I was going to continue to take the risk. I grabbed Woodhouse's rifle and yanked on it forcing her to come to me so I could snap her neck, I crawled to the other two and kicked hard onto their ankles causing them to fall.
Running down the hall, I saw the dead body in my room. I ran towards to doors to be manhandled by security. They picked me up by my arms. Dragging me to Woodhouse's office locking me in there. The gang members weren't done yet though, I hid under Woodhouse's desk. As I heard them go after security with the knifes they had in their hands.
Guessing that they killed the two security guards, they started talking to me. Knowing I didn't leave. "Adessi, you know we killed Nolani right? We're the reason people are going to be grieving tomorrow at her memorial. She's dead. Your friend Mikey, is dying because of what we've done. Lai's is on her deathbed. Oh yeah — Addilyn, the little traitor. She's about to turn on you because, she thinks you've turned on her. Left her. So let us end that for you, let us kill you. So you won't have to live through this regret knowing your friends are lost.
Part of me, wanted to give up. Let them cut my body up, do whatever they wanted to do with it. Then the other part of me wanted to fight this, win this battle like we've done before. I just don't know what to do, if only life choices was easier. I bet Nolani is having a blast, knowing she doesn't have to deal with these problems of this wicked ass town. Why can't we all just leave. Start a new life — grow better and old together in peace. Die together. Not like this though.
As soon as I heard the door knob twisting, and kicking on the door forcing it to open. Gunshots were heard, and it was sister Woodhouse killing the last three gang members that were in the building. So yeah — sad to say. I'm still stuck here. Who knows how long.
☽— 𝓒𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖'𝑠 𝓟.𝓞.𝓥.
I woke up in the hospital bed with my leg wrapped in gauze. The doctor would release me today, but I would be on crutches. I'm glad i'll be released today so I could attend Nolani's memorial. I know Mikey and Ross have been having a hard time so I want to be there for those two especially.
Leaving the hospital, I wanted to go straight to Ross. Yeah, they may not see me as one of their closest friends right now, but i'm going to be there for them. One hundred percent.. I saw Willow's mom entering the hospital with to old men on each side of her. Is Willow in this hospital? I asked myself. I got in my mother's car, and she drove me over to Nolani's home. Everyone was bringing all types of goods to her mom. Luckily, Ross noticed me in the crowd.
As we entered the house, I offered if he wanted me to do anything for him. "No, let's just go chill in my room." When we entered his room I could still feel the sadness in his heart.
Not trying to ask a dumb question or anything, but are you doing better. "Honestly, I don't know what i'm feeling. It just be me trying to fight my emotions, and not feel what I have to feel. Sadness. No one wants to be sad, it makes you feel — lonely. So ask me in a year how i'm feeling." Why one year, I said to him. "Because, when I was younger. Before my mother died she always told me, if something bad happens. A year time — should heal the hole that's there from you being sad."
As I processed is mother's advice in my head, if kind of made sense. For some reason, it got me emotional. He hugged me and comforted me as the tears I had came down my face. I felt bad because I was the one supposed to be comforting him for a change.
We'll get through this. I promise, I said to him as he also started breaking down into tears. "I don't how i'll act at the memorial tomorrow." Honestly — me neither.
☽— 𝓦𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤'𝑠 𝓟.𝓞.𝓥.
As you thought, you though correctly. I was locked back up — in this cold cell. I refused to eat anything they gave me, but of course they were going to try again.
"Now Willow, since we tried to ask you nicely. Let's ask you with force." They walked up to me pointing to rifle at my head. I tried to fight back, but they controlled me for the second time. I was frozen. I took the strong drugs that was probably going to take over my brain for the next couple of days, but I couldn't really help anything I saw at this point.
These drugs immediately made me dizzy, and made me want to just pass out. "Good girl." Ms. Woodhouse, said as she walked out my cell locking the door again. I stood up, and tried to make at least one step but it's like I couldn't control my legs. I immediately fell down on my face on the cold concrete floor. I stayed there for a while, and didn't want to move.
I was to weak, I couldn't control anything. I was — gone.
