Deceived Chapter One

I hadn’t smiled in a long time.

My hands shook as I held back the tears I wouldn’t let fall. The doctor continued to look down at me with sympathetic eyes.

“Miss Clayborne,” he greeted, addressing me with the alias I was forced to use. If he knew who I was, the people I knew, he would call the cops. I couldn’t let that happen.

“What’s going on?” I asked him, my voice shaking as I awaited his answer. It was no use, though. I knew what he was going to say.

“I’m sorry, but we can’t predict how long this is going to last. We’ll do whatever we can.”

EARLIER:

It started off as a very normal day. Now looking back I realize that the immense normality of this day should have immediately told me that something extremely unordinary, and possibly dangerous, was bound to happen. This was my life we were talking about, after all. I tried my best to stay in my ignorant bliss, but knew it wouldn’t last for long.

It was on that dreary and cold March day that my school cafeteria turned into the newest battlefield for the arising gang war. This supposed war had started in the depressing city called Riverview, the place I reluctantly call my home.

Even with the loud chatter in the cafeteria that could make your ears bleed, the loud bang of the gunshot was unmistakable. All voices and movement stopped immediately, and everyone seemed completely frozen in time as fear seemed to paralyze the very air you breathed. No one did anything for the longest time, but when we all heard a loud crash and another gun shot go off, things turned chaotic.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Some people were crying, some screamed, others trying to use their cellphones to call for help but unable to with the severe shake of their hands. The words “Code Red” flashed o...

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... Avalon. Once we leave they won’t have any reason to be here. We’ll be long gone before they even realize it.”

I took a deep breath and then nodded my head, not trusting myself at the moment to speak. After that, everything becomes jumbled in my head.

I remember how we had ran down the hall, thankfully both unharmed, and pushed through the door. I took in deep breaths. I was no longer within a room filled with a scent of fear and desperation. We got into Chris’s car and, with a few of Chris’s men in other cars behind us, drove away as fast as we could. They were coming after us, though. We were going so fast. Chris looked worried. Chris never looks worried. They cut us off after a few miles. We swerved to avoid them.

We crashed.

All I could hear were sirens and calls for help, and I remember trying to reach for Chris’s hand before everything went black.