A broken world

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‘We’re leaving’ he badges through the doors like a mad man. ‘Pack your things, only what you need.’ he heaves and pants as if he’s just run a marathon.

‘W-what?’ I can only stare at my brother. Leaving? Leaving where?

The door slams shut and he towers over me ‘Were leaving the section’ I can only stare at him, my brain is working too slow I don’t understand what he’s saying. Leaving the section? No one leaves the section. It must be some kind of sick joke, but Kyle’s not the joking type, his eyes are hard, his jaw set, he’s serious, deadly serious.

I take a step back, freeing myself from his stare. I take a step back, freeing myself from his stare. He’s tense, tenser than normal, this face is paler, his lips are redder. He looks almost ill at first I wonder if he’s drunk or high, (it wouldn’t be the first time) but his eyes are alert and focused, glistening with a mixture of fear and… hope. Does he really think we can escape?

 ‘That’s impossible, no one can survive out there.’  Before I even finish my sentence, he’s dragging me across the room and up the stairs only stopping once were outside my bedroom door.

‘We don’t have time, we need to pack, take only what you need, food, water, warm clothes.’ My head is spinning, my heart is raising, what does he mean? If we leave we die. Is he trying to kill me? Has he finally snapped. He shakes me a little too hard out of desperation ‘Please Lexa, we don’t have time! Move!’

‘B-but-’

‘Trust me’ he crouches slighting putting his eyes level with mine. ‘You trust me don’t you?’

Do I? Sometimes I wonder, if trusting him is the right choice. Although he tries to hide it, I know he hasn’t forgiven me, not completely; maybe he never will. I look into his pleading almost black eyes, there hard and fearful, but familiar and protective, and then suddenly I’m not looking at my brother anymore. I’m looking at a short man, an older man. They have the same eyes, but there’s something warmer about his and for a moment I see his face smiling down at me, telling me everything is going to be okay. But then the moment passes and I’m left staring at my brother again. No Kyle will never forgive me for taking our father away; but he would never hurt me, this I am sure of.  

‘Yes.’ I realise I mean, I whole heartily trust him, after everything we’ve been through I know he will keep me safe ‘Yes, yes I trust you.’

I feel the rush of this breath on my hair as he realises it. ‘Good, good go pack, quickly we have 5 minutes.’

Pack. Pack what? I look around the prison room. My room. Not that you could tell, I have no photos on the wall, no paintings, or colour, it’s as if I never existed. Which I supposed is the point.  – Concentrate.

I fish out my old back pack from under the floor boards, its dusty and torn and covered with dirt, but it will do, it has to. I hear Kyle shout to hurry up and stuff what little belonging I have inside.

‘Come one Lexa we need to go!’ Kyle is back he’s still wearing his guard uniform, a thick dark green jacket and Cargo pants, a gun is strapped to his side making me shiver, every guard is issued one, I just hope he’s never had to used it.

I turn to follow Kyle out the door, my hand on the door knob and I freeze. Its dark in here. It’s stupid I know, I’ve lived in the dark for half on my life, it shouldn’t bother me now, not if we’re really about to leave. But I can’t help it, I want to leave this house how we found it, light and open, the way my father left it. I run to my small boarded up window, the last of the setting sun is trying to invade my room, casting uneven shadows across the floor boards, but it’s not enough. My fingers find the edge of the rough wood used to shield me from the outside world, I don’t need it anymore; one way or another we won’t ever be returning to this hell hole. I rip away the wood and light explodes and dances in my room, filling every corner, casting away the shadows. It’s warm on my skin and the air is fresh. Deep breath. I turn and follow Kyle into the outside world.  

Fifteen minutes later were crouched in the shadows just 3 meters from the perimeter of the section. I can hear the electricity humming through the metal bars, and see the shadows of the guards as they patrol it. Guns are held tight in their hands, and my body turns cold.

We’re waiting, and waiting and waiting. Coldness is seeping into my bones, but my blood is on fire with adrenaline. We wait. Night has fallen, the sky is stained with inky darkness. Still we wait and wait. The air is pulled with tension, my chest is tight, it hurts to breathe. We wait. It’s almost time, I can tell whatever’s going to happen will happen soon, Kyle is alert, gun ready, we wait. A guard is marching closer, we wait, my heart stops, we wait. Kyle’s gun is raised, wait. Wait. Wait

And then all hell breaks loose.