Luna POV

I can't believe he agreed. I hope he knows what he's gotten himself into. Shit. I shook my head trying to get him out of it. Why do I keep finding myself thinking about him? I reached the front desk and they hand me the phone. Here we go again.

"Hello?"

"Luna!"

"Hi, dad."

He laughed a little. "It's so good to hear your voice. Are you okay?"

I really don't want to go through this anymore. "Yes."

"I asked about you yesterday. You mother said--"

I cut him off, "let's just cut to the chase. Why do you keep lying to me."

He didn't say a word. I thought he hung up but I can still hear him breathing through the phone.

"Are you going to answer or not?"

"I've never lied to you." He said.

I bit my lip trying to hold back what I wanted to say, but I can't.

"All the times you said I was getting out of here was a lie. How do I know? I'm still here." My voice was getting higher and I had to force myself to calm down before I do something I regret.

"Luna, all the times I said it, I meant it. But things change."

I looked at the time, "Like always."

"I'm sorry moonlight. I'm working on it."

"Are you actually working on it or is mother?" I asked.

"Well..."

I knew it.

"It's more your mother since the hurricane hit. I've been trying to help with cleaning up and passing out food."

"That explains a lot." That woman hates me and I hate her.

"What do you mean?"

"She hates me."

"That's not true." He said almost yelling.

The bell goes off. I guess is over. I really don't want people seeing me on the phone.

"I have to go." And without waiting for him to reply I hung up.

The other patients were coming down the hallway and heading for the lunch room. I followed while trying to think of a backup plan for tonight. As I walked closer to the lunchroom I noticed Andrew was still alive.

"So Ben hasn't killed him yet," why did I just say that? I quickly got that thought out of my head as I approached them.

I was about to talk when I felt something on me. It was like someone was looking at me. I looked at Ben and Andrew. Ben was looking around licking his lips and Andrew looked to have been zoned out. I turned around in the direction of where I felt it and saw Adria looking at me.

Her arms were crossed and she had an ugly look on her face. She seems to be trying to kill me with her eyes. It's won't work. I flipped her off. She tried to come after me but her brother who was standing right next to her stopped her.

"East and South come to the activity room now."

And the bullhorn returns.

We walked to the building and once again the room was divided. I guess we were skipping breakfast. On the right me and the South building and on the left the east building.

"We are going to work out today." Is this another one of their experiments? If it is I'm going to lose it.

They had two gym teachers in the room. One for each side. My side tried to work out but some were lying on the floor sleep others were sitting on the floor looking at the gym teacher like a snack.

The East building patients were trying to work out but some were passed out other were sleep and the rest fighting.

Andrew, Ben and I were leaning on the wall watching everything play out.  God, when will this be over? I looked up at the window a few feet in the air.

"Great," they're watching us again.

Well, let me rephrase that they're mainly watching me. They are pointing at me and talking among themselves.

"What's wrong?" Ben asked me ready to attack people.

"Don't worry about it." I went back to watching everyone struggle.

I know they must have updated security since the last time we escaped.

The gym session was finally over and the bell rang for lunch. As we waited, they brought back the tables for the lunch lady's to pass out food and plates but once again no tables for us. It didn't matter though. I didn't want to eat.

"If you guys are hungry go ahead and eat." I didn't wait for their response and walked out of the lunchroom.

Walking outside I  was thinking to myself. I need a plan B and I need it now. What if this plan doesn't work. They could die. As I thought about what to do I made my way to my room.

I opened my door and saw a few doctors waiting for me.

"What?"

"You didn't take your medication before lunch."

The door closed behind me, "I don't want lunch."

"You need to eat." One of them said as he grabbed my arm.

"What water and cardboard?" I snatched my arm from them.

"Food is food."

I sat on my bed. "Whatever." I crossed my legs and stared at the chair. The doctors grabbed their things and left the room.

I was seven years old when I first killed someone. I don't know what came over me but I did it. It was an accident really but at the end when I realized what I did. I enjoyed it. Not because I took a life but because the pain from that person finally stopped.

I was in middle school. I was a smart girl I even skipped a few grades. I was walking down the hallway trying to get to my next class. A girl stole my backpack right off my back. Her name was Hanna. She was nine years old and the meanest Bitch I've ever meet at the time. I would try and get it from her but she wouldn't give it back.

She would either throw it on top of the lockers,  tied it to the flagpole and had it at the top as a flag or down a river.  Because of her, I don't have any friends. If anyone would talk to me they would torture them as well until they got bored of me. I had imaginary friends. When Hanna found out she made fun of me and locked me in the boy's bathroom every day.

Once school was over I would go home crying. My father wasn't the senator yet then. I would always run to him and cry in his arms. Sometimes till I go to sleep. But one day I didn't. I overheard my parents arguing as I tried to go to sleep one night.

"She needs to go through this. How will she become a strong woman if she doesn't have this in her life." My mother said as she walked past my door.

"She's been going through this since the first day of school. She try's to fight back but none of the teachers give a damn. This is supposed to be a good safe private school and it not." My father said as he followed her.

"You're just babying her if you help her." I heard the cabinets open. My mother likes to drink so she was probably her wine out.

"She's only seven. Without our help what is she suppose to know what's right and wrong?" 

I can't remember what happened next. At that age there arguing was like lullaby then. I went to sleep. Even after they argue every day when I didn't have school he would leave me alone with my mother to go to work. Then she would always forget she had a daughter.

I would ask her what certain things were and she would be on the phone, watching TV or just drinking her wines. I know she heard me talking each time because she would look at me and go back to what she was doing.

By my second year, the bullying got worse.

"Smart rat."

"Buzz short pants,"

"Baby shrimp."

"Hey look," points at the locker "it's her imaginary boyfriend Steve."

That was just in the morning as I walked to my class and everyone pushed me down as I passed them. In the afternoon they would continue to push me and sometimes beat me up. When I yelled back or fought back they would get ruffer.

One day I was sitting in front of the class as usual with my head down. Someone passed me a card. It was an invitation to a party. I thought this couldn't be real. But it was. The party was for Hanna.

I thought that this would be a chance to get back at her. I should prank her. That's all I wanted to do.

The day of the party came and we played seven minutes in heaven. Of course, no one wanted to be in the closet with me, so Hanna locked me in the closet by myself. I thought they would let me out after a few hours but they didn't.

They forgot I was even here.

They even cleaned up. When I finally came out of the closet all of the lights were out, the house was clean and everyone was sleeping.

I was in Hanna's room. She was sleeping. I walked over to her and watched her sleep peacefully. That drives me crazy. Why does she get to go to sleep and have sweet dreams and I go home crying and having nightmares because of her?

It's not fair.

She had a lava lamp next to her bed and a candle that was lit. I remember when she said she liked the smell of candles but hate the wax. So she has a lava lamp.

While I stared at her I took the lava lamp and hit her over the head with it. She was bleeding a little. But she wasn't dead.

She sat up holding her head looking at me, "what the hell. Why are you here?"

She tried to grab me and I panicked. I grabbed what was near to me and threw it at her. And apparently, it was the candle. She quickly caught fire. She started screaming and yelling. Her bed was now on fire. I began to panic and ran back into the closet.

As soon as I closed the door her parents walked in. She stopped moving. She was dead. The wall and her dresser then caught on fire. Her mother tried to grab her but her father pulled the wife away. The fire was quickly getting bigger and bigger.

Her parents ran out of the room. It was getting harder to breathe. Opening the door I covered my mouth and nose. I felt like I was going to die. Making my way to the front door, I saw lights flashing. The fire department and the police were parked outside.

"Oh no," I didn't know what to do so I ran to the back door and opened it.

Slamming it behind me, I ran over to the gate and climbed it. Luckily there were a lot of trees so I hid. As they were putting out the fire I stayed and watched.

"I need to get home."

I slowly backed away and watched the fire quickly surround the house. They couldn't get it under control. I felt a cold breeze hit me. I didn't bring a jacket so I just held myself as I walked to my house.

I stopped a few time and threw up. I didn't know why then but now I have a feeling why I did. I saw her face. While it was being burned. Her face was still facing me as her parents came to check on her. Her skin being falling down her face, her mouth side open and her eyes with fire in them.

"What?"

Oh, the alarm went off. I guess it's time for dinner. How long was I zoned out? Looking around my room I noticed the doctors weren't in the room yet so I have some more time to myself.

I made my way to the lunchroom and saw Ben and Andrew throwing food at people. Really? This is your distraction? The policemen and doctors were trying to stop them. I walked over to the nearest policeman and looked around for his gun. I found the holster on his right side and unbuckled it. I slowly took the gun out and put it behind underneath my shirt.

I walked out of the lunchroom and ran over to the South building. Some patients were walking around.

"Hay," I stopped one of them. "Do you know Andrew?"

"Yes."

"Where is his room?"

She pointed down the hall. "Before you hit the end it the third door on your right," I ran towards the direction and walked into his room.

A guy was sitting on the bed. He froze when he saw me. I took the gun from behind my back and placed it underneath Andrews pillow. Looking at the roommate I placed my index finger over my lips telling him to stay quiet, then pointing my thumb and dragging it over my neck telling him if he talked he's dead. He quickly nods his head. I made my way back to the lunchroom. When I entered the room was almost under control.

When I tried to get another gun the police caught me. He grabbed my arm and began dragging me out of the room. I finally took my hand away and tried to run but more of them appeared.

"Fuck," they handcuffed me and dragging me away.

"Let me go you fucks."

I kicked and screamed but they couldn't care less. I noticed I was outside but wasn't heading towards the South building.

"No no."

I heard doors open and instantly smelled death. I'm going to the "fix" building. As they brought me underground the smell was getting worse. Worse than the air outside.

Slamming me on the table and strapping me down. Doctors came in one by one surrounding me.

"NO!"

One of them places their hand over my mouth and another forced my head down. I tried to move but couldn't. I saw the needle come closer to me and felt something hot on my neck. This has to be it. They're going to kill me. I felt a pinch on my arm and leg. More? Some stung other burned. I'm going to die.

Dad... I'm sorry.