Camp Charlie

30| Endings and New beginnings|

Three months later

Hannah sat on a metal bench, which was the only furniture in the cell. A small window protected by metal bars was present at the top for ventilation. Tears had dried on her cheeks, and blood had clotted on her handcuffed hands. 

She looked at the orange jumpsuit that fit her body loosely, with hollow eyes. In that shade of orange, the events of the past few months replayed in her mind. There wasn't sadness, neither remorse on her face, which confused and disgusted the man standing outside. He had given up on trying to converse with her, for she said nothing. 

Many had mistaken her silence for acceptance, and yet the man couldn't agree with them. I shall bring those victims to justice. Today she will get what she deserves, he thought. This man was none other than Detective Stevenson. The man who was assigned the case of Hannah McAdams. Today was the day of judgement. A trial which had lasted for months was to end today.

A man in uniform came and said, "It's time." Stevenson nodded as he opened the lockup and asked her to come. Without even saying a word, she stood up and complied.

For us to understand everything, we must know what happened in the past few months.

They had finally found a way out. Hannah drove to the first sign of civilization she found. It was a diner. After calling the cops, her eyes landed on Sarah, who was in deep slumber. Her eyes swelled up with tears as she remembered her friend's suffering. The mere sight of blood used to make Sarah sick. But here she was, covered in the blood of her lover. 

The approaching police cars halted in front of the diner. They asked her to explain the events and moved her to an ambulance. A cop tried to wake up Sarah, but she didn't move. Hannah got out of the car and ran towards the old SUV.

She wasn't a sound sleeper. Even the slightest sound would wake her up, thought Hannah.

"Sarah! Wake up," she shouted at her friend after pushing the cop aside. She shook her violently. Tears welled up in her eyes when she didn't respond.

"No! Sarah! We were in this together. You can't leave me like this." Hannah screamed as the paramedics forced her out of the way to examine Sarah.

"She's still breathing," said one of them.

"Then, why isn't she waking up?" asked Hannah while sobbing. They pushed her into the cop's car and Sarah into an ambulance on a stretcher.

One of the nurses gave her a sedative, and the world around her faded. Darkness engulfed her.

When she woke up on a hospital bed, her clothes were clean, and the bright lights blinded her. A nurse entered the room and asked, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm better now. Can you tell me where my friend is? She was admitted at the same time. Her name is Sarah."

"Oh! She's alive."

"Can I see her?"

"No."

"Please."

"Look, you can't. She isn't healthy."

"What do you mean by that?"

"The police wish to ask you a few questions."

The nurse hesitated and then walked out of the room to save herself the trouble of explaining things. A few minutes later, a policeman entered and started questioning her.