13. Derin's Point of View
Why didn't she just run? I already know the answer, but the question clouds my mind as we drive. My throat is tight, with the tears I'm trying to hold back. When I reach a short, long building the 3 soldiers push me out of the car. I don't try to fight the soldiers, and I walk where they push me. I walk... until I see another truck, one that is identical to the one I was just in. I stop and watch as Natalie steps out, with 2 guards walking behind her. Her eyes find mine and I feel am aching In my chest, a longing to be close to her, and know that she is safe. Suddenly I cant stand the space between us and I start toward her. I see her scream something at me, but I don't here her. I don't here anything.
Something sharp punctures my left calf and I fall to my knees. The pain clouds my head even more. I know it is a bullet wound, but I didn't hear a shot. My leg is bleeding, bad, I can tell by the way my jeans are already soaked and how I feel the blood flowing carelessly down my calf. I wouldn't be as worried about the consistent blood flow, but with the broke feeling and the very sharp pain, I'm worried that it may have struck something important. I almost slump to the ground. No. I cant just give up. I see Natalie's horror struck face as she tries to reach me. A soldier pulls her back and she screams something at him. I push myself up and lean on my right leg. It hurts really bad and I let out a gasp of pain. I know they will shoot me again if I continue on towards Natalie so I don't.
I limp over to the only soldier with a gun and rip it from his hands. I toss it to the side and grab is his neck. My fingers close around it and squeeze tightly. So tightly his face turns purple. He is about to pass out when someone, another soldier, kicks my leg... right where I was shot. I cry out and fall to the ground. I cant stop the tears from spilling over. One of them kicks me in the stomach, and the other in the back. I groan and my eyes roll back in my head. I want to die. Death would be better then this- this torture. They don't kick me again but one wrenches me off the ground and drags me toward the door of the building. I'm pulled down hallways of all different lengths and blinded by white lights that line the ceilings. Every thing is too bright. Objects seem to glow when I look at them. We finally reach a room that has a small door that contains only a 1 foot by 6 inches window. They throw me in it and I lay on the floor. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to escape the pain, and aching in my chest. I finally do as I drift to sleep.