When I open my eyes, I see a blurry, white ceiling. I stare at it, my mind blank. I can hear voices around me, hushed ones, and when I turn my head, I see a bed with white sheets and a familiar figure lying on it.Veronica?The memories come pouring back in just as a nurse walks toward me, “How’re you feeling, dear?”But I don’t answer, my eyes fixed on a scar protruding from behind Veronica’s ear.The white wolf.It had a scar.My heart begins to pound, and I pull myself into a sitting position.What’s going on? Why does Veronica have that same scar?What happened to the wolf who attacked me?My breathing is erratic as my fear and confusion grow rampant, and the nurse tries to calm me down, misunderstanding the situation, “Relax. Both of you are fine. Dr. Brown found you and brought you both in.”“Dr. Brown?” I stare at her, suddenly remembering the large shape that had jumped over me before the wolf could attack me. Nothing makes sense right now. “Yes,” the nurse
I decided to stay.I don’t know why, but for some reason, knowing that I wasn’t insane and that I wasn’t seeing things made something inside me settle. Maybe that’s why the decision to stay was easier.Dr. Brown didn’t exactly speak in riddles. But she also didn’t hand me the handbook for this entire place. I study my hand where it had been burnt. She did imply that I was similar to the people here.I’ve never been the imaginative type, but my mind sure is spinning. However, I also have bigger problems than this. It seems Veronica woke up, and now rumors are flying around about how I attacked her, something which makes no sense. But rumors are rumors and always amplify. One thing is for sure. I glance down at Beth who’s still sleeping.It’s been three days since I tried to make a break for it. And since those three days, she has been giving me the silent treatment. The other Zeroes have also heard the rumors of me attacking Veronica like a rabid dog, and they’ve steered c
I have no plans of going to the director to snitch about Veronica making up rumors about me. Instead, I focus on the classes. And I focus on the other students.And that’s when I begin to notice odd things. During physical classes, most of the classes seem to be durability focused, to see our strength, to push us until we’re exhausted. But while the strength of all the Zeroes seems to vary, it’s the Ones who catch my attention. When Quill said that the Ones were broken into groups, he hadn’t elaborated that they were essentially divided into groups of two: Those who seemed weaker and uncertain, and those who seemed more confident. There was a notable difference between the two groups when it came to strength. I study them during our physical classes.It helps me distract myself from the cold shoulder treatment I’ve been receiving from my own friends. I don’t bear a grudge against Beth or Quill. I don’t really understand their reasoning for ignoring me in the first place, bu
I’ve been arrested once or twice. Usually because I was up to no good.Both times were after Dad died, and both times, I was released with gazes of pity.Back then, I was still angry and defiant.But now, as I sit outside the director’s office, my hands tied behind my back like some common criminal, I feel humiliated and upset.I did nothing wrong.I close my eyes trying to mute out Quill’s shouts, which are still echoing in my ears.“Let her go!”“She didn’t do anything!”Two Level Ones had held him back as he had desperately tried to get to me and Beth, his eyes terrified.He believed me.And yet, I’m still here because Veronica made up lies about me, and I tried to save Beth. The grim-faced counselor standing next to me isn’t telling me anything. I’ve tried to ask about Beth, but all I’m treated with is silence. How long am I supposed to sit here for? The rope is cutting into my skin, but I don’t care about the rough treatment. I’m more concerned about what’s going t
For the next couple of days, I don’t see Beth.If the students were wary of me before, now they’re downright hostile.And it sucks.Nobody will pair up with me during physical classes, and I’ve started eating alone in the mess. It’s one thing to have grown up alone without friends. That loneliness is an acceptable one. But to be in the midst of my own peers and still be shunned like this, despite my best efforts to be nonchalant about it all, I can’t help but feel small.It’s easier to eat outside by myself and despite the cold, I feel calmer.I find a spot under an old tree, near the main building where our classes are held, and I take my lunch there. It’s my third day eating lunch there when a shadow falls over me. I look up, immediately tense, only to see Quill standing there with his own tray, his expression uncomfortable. “Hi,” he says, awkwardly, his knuckles white as he clenches the tray.“Why are you here?” I ask, abruptly.“I saw you weren’t eating at the mess anymore
My eyes are still burning from the sight of Jesse and Veronica making out in the middle of the mess hall as I get off the boat at the Level One island. Cursing under my breath when my right leg gets wet, I wonder what was going on in the head of whoever designed this entire place. Every island gets an interconnecting bridge except ours?Seems like the architect had something against our island.It’s easier to forget about Veronica’s hands all over Jesse when I’m busy being angry with something else entirely.Stomping toward the forest, flashlight in hand, I ignore the cold. This is why I never dated in the first place. Because all boys are scum, in one form or the other. As I locate the temple, I mutter unflattering things under my breath. I should’ve never let myself get caught up in his sweet words and thoughtful gestures. But then again—my hand falters as a thought strikes me—what if he had just been feeling sorry for me this whole time, and I just misinterpreted his kindness
I’m lying on the cold ground with Anderson a few feet from me, his whole body shaking.“W … What happened?” I mumble, groaning as I move.“C … Crazy freak!” Anderson gasps. “That Level three girl—she was right! You’re a freak!”A freak?My memory is dim, and I feel like I’m slowly emerging from a deep haze. I manage to sit up, “W … What’d I do?”I fumble for my flashlight to look at him because he sounds like he’s in pain. When the light lands on him, I wince. “I didn’t do that.”Did I?Anderson looks pretty banged up. I can’t see any visible wounds, but he’s bruised.I struggle to get up as he groans, “Of course you did! You went apeshit crazy! Started throwing me round and screaming!”I help him up, feeling a wave of nausea overtake me as he continues, “And then you fell to the ground, convulsing like you were possessed!”As soon as he’s on his feet, he shakes off my hand, looking pale, “What is wrong with you?!”“I—” I open my mouth before snapping it shut, not knowing wh
I grab a gasping Anderson and move rapidly toward the entrance of the tunnel. He stumbles but follows.I don’t know how we manage to get to the tunnel’s entrance, or how we get to the top, but we’re both out of breath.I fling the trap door close, sinking on top of it, gasping, “We have to—have to tell—”“O … On it!” Anderson looks pale, but his color is still better than before. He’s already reaching in his bag to take out a small, square device with a button on it.He presses it multiple times, muttering, “What was that down there?” “P … Paralyzing agent,” I gasp, still trying to catch my breath.“That’s why I can’t feel my legs,” he mumbles. “They feel stiff.”“It’ll wear off,” I reassure him, my heart still beating like a drum. “But more importantly, I thought the whole point of guard duty was to prevent students from roaming the tunnels. Where would students here get a hold of such powerful stuff?”Anderson immediately casts a suspicious look toward me. “How do you know