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Hey guys, I edited this today so that you have the time to mull over all my horrible gramatical mistakes.
I hope that now I have edited it that it flows better and makes more sence and is more enjoyable for you guys. I know as the auther that it sounds soooo much better than my original.
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I heard trees falling in the distance. As the wind blew, it sounded like a tornado was coming straight for me. I pressed my eyes shut in hopes of making the noise stop. The police car sirens were directly above me confining me into an even more panicked state of fear, the wind rocking the car from side to side. I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter. I don’t want to die here. I want to live. I want to live! The wind ceased instantly, the car stopped rocking and trees stayed upright. It was silent as the van continued to power on through the now silent rain. As the worrying started to dull I become more aware of my surroundings, I was handcuffed,and two men dressed in black were opposite me, one wearing black glasses and the other not.
The one with glasses leant forward drawing in my attention as I sunk back into my uncomfortable seat, trying not to tremble with fear. With a loud sigh the man spoke, “I couldn’t care less about some snotty nosed brat who cries for his mother when nothing is wrong.” I slowly crept forward in my seat wanting to object and say that I don’t have a mother or father but instead I decided that it would probably be better just to let him patronise me about it. With a big pause he continued to speak, “I guess she couldn’t care less too.”
When I shot him a puzzled look, the other spoke up, “Kid, don’t you get it? She doesn’t want you anymore. That is the reason we are here to take you to our facility.” The man paused before saying under his breath, “Although it took us more than a year to track you down.”
“What facility?” It was the first time that I had spoken and they were both taken aback. They both stared for a second. Maybe they didn’t look away because they were trying to analyse how such a boyish voice came out of this body. I look a lot like a girl, with my skinny frame, long black hair and slender face, which doesn’t help the situation. The moment passed with a flash and their faces were back to being unreadable. Sometimes it was helpful to be able to read others expressions. Now that I think about it, that’s probably the only reason that I could survive so long, alone in the world running away from these people.
“Oh look, the brat can speak,” said the one without glasses, “We’re here to take you somewhere that you can relax and make friends with all different types of people.”
To me that meant only one place, and that was an orphanage. They were absolutely horrible, so many kids were in there because they had lost all their family that would take them. Or they were caught by the authorities and no one had come to collect them.
Suddenly, pulling me out of my moment of daze the two men started having a conversation with one another.
“I think it’s about time, don’t ya think?” questioned the other, looking at me. And the other nodded with a smirk on his face.
Frantically looking between them, I saw both put on a dark green mask with a long snout-like front, which covered their eyes. Fear was rising as a strange smell tinted the air, sort of metallic, and tasted just about the same as it smelled. Although the smell wasn’t nice I let it engulf me, taking hold and never letting go. One side of me wanted to stay like this forever and the other side thought better. Then it hit me, They weren’t taking me to an orphanage, they were taking me somewhere much scarier.
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As I came to, the metallic taste lingered in my mouth making it uncomfortable. I tried to look around me. The room was dark… or so I thought. I realised I was blindfolded, fear began creeping up my spine like a chill and the ground shook in response. I was getting frantic at this point and started to try and stand up, but obviously they had bound my hands and feet together as to not let me get away, just like every other high rating Hollywood movie. The grumbling and shaking of the ground corsed through my body making me shudder.
The sound continued to get louder, screams echoed down the empty old hallways, the ground gradually getting more and more unstable until… It all just fell, I mean literally just fell. The roof cracked and the ground crumbled, falling everywhere around me, dust and dirt alike, filling the air. Sounds of glass breaking echoed in the destroyed room.
I thought that it was finally over as a very old thought - that I hadn’t thought about in over half a year- jogged in my mind. My family doesn’t want me, they never have and never will. That did it. Everything collapsed like a straw house getting blown down in the wind. Screams erupted down the halls and then were silent, like when you are drowning and you hear the screams of your mind right before everything is silent and right with the world as you fall into the black abyss. At this moment my blindfold fell off. I saw everything, rubble and huge clumps of fallen roof, and I was the only one who survived. As I scanned the room some more and saw that there was so many things that I could cut my ropes on, shards of glass and gagged rocks, broken chairs and tables. After I had cut my ropes on a nearby glass shard, I climbed out of the ruined facility only to find that everything that was here had come with it.
Trees, planes, birds, cars and the most horrifying of all, people...
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