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Missy: A Fictional Narrative

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White. Clean, and sterile white light.
I am in a hospital I thought to myself as I came into consciousness. I push myself up onto my elbows and try to get my bearings straight. They must have caught us. Us. I looked around the room franticly. She wasn’t here.
Where is she? Panic rushed over me as I tried to remember what happened.
Running-car-lights-here. Nothing. I looked down at the IV in my arm and pulled it out. The machines started beeping and I could here footsteps down the hallway. Before I could get out of bed a nurse ran in the room to see what was wrong.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” she looked at the ruined IV and then at me, smiling the whole while. She was just like the rest of them, smiling, pretending that nothing was wrong when something …show more content…

“No.” The man looked over at me and smiled an evil sadistic grin.
“Well nice of you to show up Missy. I thought you had forgotten about her.”
He finished the injection and took out another. No use in fighting now. I spoke just to gather my thoughts “You can use that on me all you want that won’t stop the revolution and you know it.” The man just smiled some more. “Missy, your rebels blew up one of the governments headquarters. Did you really think you were going to get away?” He got out of the chair and tapped the needle with his finger. “It doesn’t really matter anymore though.” He sighed, “My orders were to reactivate you and Charlie here so that this whole rebel thing is stopped.” He looked in my eyes and smiled.
“You will be much happier this way, like the rest of us. Trust me.”

Missy closed her eyes and accepted her fate with a rage filled heart. That’s what you think. She opened her eyes and the last thing she saw was that sick, ignorant smile.

When she woke up, she was happy. She did whatever she was told.
Nothing could go wrong. She looked to the sky one day and saw light. Soft and welcoming, until nightfall when there was no more light and she, like the others, was swallowed up by

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