CHAPTER 6

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It felt like I was out of my own body listening to myself screaming. It was loud and indistinguishable through all the banging. I had been tied down onto a bed to keep me from thrashing. It felt like my head was falling off as I tore through my vocal cords. Worse than a migraine for me and everyone who had to listen.

I couldn't see much but what I could see were two boys standing over me. One of them was Jeff and the other one was Minho. Jeff had panic and hurt writen across his face as he tried to hold me down. I could tell he was trying not to touch me in certain spots but I was writhing to the point where Minho had to step in and slam me back to the bed.

I got my hands free and grasped his shirt in my fists. I wanted to tell him i was in pain and I needed help but it was to obvious to the point where I couldn't speak. When I looked at my arms still holding Minho over me I saw that they were a sickly green color and spider webbed in thick purple veins.

I screamed louder and nearly choked on my own tears and saliva as I gripped onto minho even harder and pulled him so close that our noses were touching.

I was losing conceousnes. I had to say something but I was choking and screaming. I couldn't stop. The pain was so bad I wasn't even thinking anymore. I widened my eyes as much as I could and looked straight into Minho's. I gave him a look of desperation before I released him from my tight grip. I didn't want to fall but I did.

My head hit the pillow and my screaming stopped. Like someone flicked my 'off' switch. I could say something now. I wasn't screaming anymore. I had to say something now.

"Minho...help newt-" I said as fast as I could before my eyes rolled back and I was shot into darkness.

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I was running. Who was I running from? I looked back as fast as I could and saw a long repetitive hall of dim lights, doors, and guards. I saw people's faces poking out of doors and I slammed directly into one as I turned back.

I opened my eyes and scrambled to my feet to see a boy was in front of me. He was an Asian kid with spikey black hair and looked about thirteen. I must have been thirteen too.

"Go. I'll stop them if I can." He said as he shoved me further down the hall and closed the door behind him.

"Thanks Minho." I found myself saying. This wasn't a dream. I wasn't in control. I was remembering things. I was getting memories.

"Run Margo, that's the one thing your good at! Finding a way out!" He screamed back at me. I couldn't tell if that was supposed to be encouraging or he was just being sassy but it wasn't the time to fire back at him.

"Gee thanks Minho! Real inspiring!" I said. I guess I did think it was the right time to fire back.

I turned back to the front and stopped in my tracks. I was getting chased from both directions now. I turned quickly and saw Minho getting tackled by a guard.

I had two moves. Get caught by the guards, or try and help Minho and get caught by the guards together.

"Ah shuck it. two's always better than one." I said under my breath as I charged at the guard on top of Minho.

"Margo what are you thinking!?" Minho screamed as I nocked the guard off of him and we were now standing back to back with our fists raised.

"I didn't want to get in trouble alone." I said with a shrug.

"Your supposed to be with your group." He said as we began throwing punches at the guards.

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