I wake up from knocking on the cell door. I look up, and the door opens. But because I am weak, I can see half what is happening. I can hear Trace say something. 'Put the gun down!' is what makes me wide awake. I look up, and see a guard pointing his gun at me. 'If you shoot, I make sure you won't ever see your loved ones again.' Trace says mad. The guard laughs. 'Go ahead. They are already dead.' He says. I stand up. He is not safe in this cell. 'What is your name?' I ask. 'Jame.' The guard says. I laugh. I don't know why, but it just makes me feel stronger. 'Well... Jame. Then I think you wouldn't mind to join them.' I say. And I throw my hands on his neck, and use the neck twist technique. Apparently Trace is shocked, because he stands up and looks at Jame. 'Is he dead?' He asks. I nod. 'Yes. Come on, let's go.' I say, and step over Jame's dead body.

The Minder Center is just like how they all left it. In pieces. Crumbled. I look around. 'Oh my god...' Trace says while he looks at the damaged building. 'The whole ceiling fell down.' I say while pointing at the ceiling on the floor where first the big open area was supposed to be. 'I... I need to find Willow.' I say, and walk over to the closed opening where first the canteen used to be. 'No, Lashell. Come on, we have to go. There is no chance... There is no chance she would still be alive.' He says. I turn around, shocked. 'Why?!' I ask panicked. Trace sighs. 'When the guards dragged me in the building, they were talking about... a death serum.' He says and looks down. My eyes get watery. No. I run over to the 'canteen'. 'Lashell, wait!' Trace says, and I feel him grabbing at my arm but he misses just by a millimeter.

'Willow! WILLOW!' I yell, at the top of my lungs. No sound. No. Trace was right. I gasp as I removed all the trash from the canteen entrance. Bodies. Dead bodies. I fall on my knees and start to shiver while my face turns wet from the tears. When I look up, I inspect the canteen. Dead. They are all dead. Just because. I step over legs, arms and heads. And when I hit them by accident; no response. 'Lashell, let's get out of here. You are becoming paranoid.' I hear Trace say. 'No.' I say. 'This... This is her fault. S-She... She killed them all!' I say with a shivering voice. I hear Trace walking closer. He squats down beside me and whispers in my ear: 'Lashell, you will break down.' And that is where I stand up. He always used to tell me that. And then I would know that I had to pause for a second. And so I do. I close my eyes and count to ten. But halfway through, I open my eyes. My eyes have caught something between the bodies. A small body. The shivering starts again, as I know who it is. Willow. I slowly walk over to her. I kneel next to her and remove the iron plate which had fallen on her. There's a hole in her sleep and it's bleeding. I stare at her lifeless body, but tears are streaming off my face. 'It's not fair.' I almost say it out loud. 'No. It's not...' I hear Trace's voice say next to me. He sounds sad too. He places his hand on my shoulder. 'One week ago s-she told me... It was her b-birthday about a w-week...' I sniff. I look up at Trace. 'That's today...' He says. I nod. Then I stand up. 'Indeed. We should go.' I say, and wipe away my tears.

I make my way through the same hallways, still with the my thought at the fact that Willow is dead. But I have no more time to think about it anymore. I hear gun shots, and all I can do is follow Trace's figure. Because of my confusion, I cannot figure out where he is going. But I don't care. As long as they won't break in there. Trace helps me into the room, and he puts the lock on the door. 'You okay?' He asks. I nod. He nods back. But I am lying. I stare at the floor. And I see Trace gets it. 'We all die one day, Lash. So do kids.' He says, probably to shush me. 'Yes, but since when is it okay to murder them?! She was seven, became eight today. I mean, what kind of psycho would do something like that?!' I ask and push my hand through my hair. Just for distraction. I don't want to cry. Trace puts an hand on my shoulder ad looks at me. 'You're right. Let's find a way out of here first.' He says. I nod and put my arms around him. I realize that he really is here. And that he now is the only one I have. We stare at each other for a couple seconds, then Trace smiles. 'It's okay, you know? Maybe not now, but it would be later. I will make sure the pain fades away, okay?' He says. I nod. 'Can you promise that?' I ask. He nods. 'I can. I will to my hundred percent best.' He says. I smile. 'Good.' I say. My sigh of relief turns into a little gasp as I hear a loud bang on the door. 'Trace, are you sure that lock would hold it?' I ask. Trace nods, but I am not quite sure if that is true. The banging on the door gets louder, and all I can do is worrying about what would happen if they catch us again. Trace touches my shoulder for a second. 'I promise...' He says. Then, the doors burst open. I see bullet holes getting pointed at me, and guards surrounding us. Two guards grab Trace by his arms and another two grab mine. 'What do you want?!' I ask. One of the guards laughs. Possibly the head guard. 'Well, you're worthless now so Sheila asked us to inject you with the death serum...' The head guard laughs. That laugh. It sounds so familiar. So girly. So bitchy. So... Jenna. 'You aren't going to inject anyone!' Trace spits while trying to escape from the guards. Jenna laughs and looks at Trace. 'So... This is the boyfriend, right?' She says. The other guards laugh. 'Well, that is so sweet.' Jenna says sarcastic. The guards laugh again, what really gets on my nerves right now. Gosh, I want to kill that bitch already. She walks over to me, and pulls something out of her pocket. The death serum. 'How sad he can't save you from this...' She says. Her hands grab my jawline, and that makes me opening my mouth. But the guards are holding me too tight, so I can't work against. I believe I am yelling. But it also doesn't sound like me yelling. It sounds like a little girl that is getting kidnapped. Maybe that's true...? I am still pretty little, and... Yeah... This is the same as kidnapping.

But I won't let her win.

I use all my energy I have left, and hit her chin with my shoulder. She yells, and the death serum falls on the floor. The glass lies in pieces in a purple colored substance. Good. But still, there are a couple of drops pushed through my throat. I think I hear fighting sounds, but I am too confused. My body collapses, and the last thing I feel is the hard hit and the cold floor.