We told Olivia and Skye to meet us outside
by Scarlet’s grave. They’re probably hiding somewhere now. Dillon and I decide
to tell at least one person what we’re doing, despite the fact that we haven’t
known anyone very long. I don’t fully trust anyone yet, and they could rat us
out at any moment. Chase though, seems to genuinely care for my sister, so we
decide he’s our best bet.
“Chase,” I say as he walks into the room.
“Yeah?” he asks.
“We’re running away,” I say, keeping my
voice low. He doesn’t seem surprised. “Me and my sister, Dillon, and Skye.
You’re the only one we’re telling, but if we’re not back tomorrow, then you can
tell the others, as long as you or any of them won’t—”
“None of us will turn you guys in,” he
reassures me. “But I won’t tell them until tomorrow.”
“Thanks,” I say, relieved.
“Good luck,” he tells me and Dillon as we
approach the door. We smile back at him, close the door behind us, and then
break into a sprint. It’s not curfew yet, so there aren’t guards in every
hallway. We don’t have long though.
We run down a flight of stairs, then the
few remaining yards, and burst out the door. The stars are out, and for a
moment I take in the beautiful night sky, but it doesn’t take long for me to
snap back to reality. Skye and Olivia suddenly appear, almost out of nowhere.
“There you guys are,” I say. “So now
what?”
“Well, there’s a fence surrounding the
entire field, we could climb it and then figure out where to go from there,”
Olivia offers. We all nod in agreement and take off running as fast as we’re
able.
I’ve never been out here, only Olivia has
out of us four. The field is huge. We’ve run up rows and rows of crops before
we start wearing out, and the fence still isn’t in sight yet.
“Can…we…slow…down?” Skye pants. I can see
it in her face that she doesn’t want to, but has been fighting the pain in her
leg for too long. None of us argue. I’m getting tired myself and Olivia and
Dillon probably are too. We walk for a bit, then Skye stops suddenly.
“Are you all right?” Dillon asks her.
“Shh…listen,” she whispers. I don’t hear
anything at first, but then I hear the distant voices and footsteps of two
people. From their conversation, I assume they’re people who work here. We
exchange uneasy looks and start running again, trying to be as quiet as
possible. I didn’t expect them to leave the field unguarded, but I hoped
somehow they would.
The wire fence finally comes into view,
and I think it gives us all a little more strength to run faster. As we get
closer though, I realize how vast it is, how intimidating it is looming far
above my head. Despite that, I reach out and slap my hands on the fence almost
eagerly, ready to climb and escape. Suddenly I feel like dozens of knives are
stabbing my fingers and palm. I grunt and pull my hands back.
“Wait!” I warn the others. “It’s electric.
Shocks you when you touch it.”
“What do we do?” Skye asks.
“What other choice do we have?” Dillon answers.
Skye and Olivia go first, and both let out a little shriek after being shocked
by the fence. They’ve barely climbed at all when we hear hurried footsteps
getting closer and closer.
“Hey!” a man shouts as us. A woman shines
a flashlight at us. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asks us this, but I
know he knows the answer. Four more guards appear. One snatches both of my
hands and grips them tightly behind my back and the other guards do the same to
Dillon, Olivia and Skye. I struggle, but he’s too strong for me to break free.
We’re led back to the main building, to
the headmistress’s office, the guard with the flashlight informs us. I glance
over at Olivia, who gives me a worried look. At this point, I’m more worried
about what’ll happen to her than what’ll happen to me.
For some reason, I thought getting caught
would be different. I had the impression that guards would just execute you
right there and then. I am glad that that didn’t happen, but now, we’re forced
to wait for our impending punishment. Our fate will be decided by one single
woman; whether she decides death, or possibly something worse is a mystery.
♥Skittlez
(I wrote this on a whim. I felt like writing, and felt like a failure for not having written a chapter the entire break. It's not the best, I admit, but I hope you enjoy.)
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