Footsteps. But it feels like I am floating. Where am I? Am I dead? Or just sleeping? I try to open my eyes, but that goes very heavy. Even though my heavy eyelids, I can see something. Light. And... I am moving...? But how am I not walking? I try to move my head, and I can see a black haired figure. Of course. Trace. 'It's okay.' He shushes me. 'That bitch is going to pay for this.' I vaguely concentrate on his words. But it all sounds okay to me. I slowly let my head hang.

Trace POV

I make huge steps through the hallway. I have to find Dia. I pass a lot of doors and look through every single window. Lashell fell asleep again five minutes ago. I have to hurry. She looks bad, and needs a doctor. I stop at a door close to the collapsed Minder Center. Of course. Dia was leader of the Minder Center. So the nearest office is from Dia. I open the door without knocking. Dia is sitting at her desk with her head in her hands. She possibly doesn't know what to do after the collapsing. I lay Lashell down on the desk. 'Oh gosh. What happened?!' Dia asks worried. 'Sheila happened. Let's just say that she is going to pay very soon.' I say. Dia nods. 'Let's find her a cure.' She says and walks over to a shell. I walk over to Lashell, looking if she really is sleeping.

Lashell POV

A big breathe in brings air into my lungs. Well, at least enough to know that I'm alive. I look at a worried face in front of me. It's the same one who carried me through the hallway. Trace. I want him to hold me, protect me. But no bone in my body gives me the opportunity to move. Oh shut up, Lashell. Of course he would. He came here all the way for you. I mean, that says more than enough. And my mind is right. I look at him as a hero.

'You're awake.' Trace says and holds my cheek. Even though I can't move, I give myself a moment to enjoy what I haven't felt for a long time. 'Dia is going to find a cure for it. I think it's some sort of serum th-...' His voice fades away. Shut up. Really, just shut up and kiss me. That's all I want right now. My eyes are still closed, but Trace already let go of my cheek. And then I open my eyes. Trace notices my heavy breathing and looks at me. 'It's okay. You're okay.' He says and holds my hand. Why can't I move? I want to move! I had to miss him for too long. And now when I've got a chance, I can't freaking move! I just hope Dia finds a cure fast.

A shock goes through my body. Ow, that hurts. I start to panic. I am confused, and blink for a second. I start to panic. What happened? I move my hand. Oh... I can move again. Wait... I can...? I look at my left and at my right, only no one to be seen. Where the hell am I? Is this a simulation? A dream? No... This is all real. Where are Trace and Dia?

I jump off the table as soon as the door opens. Bullet holes are getting pointed at me and guards surround me. 'Here she is!' One of the guards says. 'Thanks, Greg.' A guy with a mask says, who walks over to me. He pulls of his mask, and I recognize him. Trey, surprisingly still just arrogant as Jenna. 'Well, Lavanchy. You survive everything. The blood outtake, then the death serum... Sure, there are cures for them. But is there a cure for a bullet?' He grins and points his gun at me. I stand still, not moving. 'Did you really think you could survive being a Minder?' He laughs. I roll my eyes. 'Where are Trace and Dia?' I spit. Trey laughs. 'Trace Weldon... Our ex Leading Guard, and your boyfriend right?' He laughs. The other guards behind him laugh too. I say nothing. What was so funny about that? I sigh. 'Well, how sad he is not here to safe you now.' Trey laughs, and walks closer to me, still pointing his gun at me. Shit. I realize I have no weapon. And they all do. There is no way out. They got me. Again.

Why in the world did I volunteer? Because I thought I could do better? No. Today I realize I made the worst choice ever. Volunteering was not the best thing to do. It was the worst thing to do.

Trey grabs me by my arm. I already know what is going to happen. The same days, locked up in a cold cell. But not only that is going to happen. A simulation. The last one. The worst one...

I gasp as my body hits the cold, stone floor. It's extra cold here, and I don't know if I can stay here so long. I curl myself up and lean with my back against the wall. I can't stand one more second in this stupid hell. Maybe I should've escaped when I had the chance. Well, okay... That was with Trey too. But if we just ran away instead of going to the woods...? I shake my head. There already is no turning back, that choice has been made already. And what the hell happened to Trace and Dia?! Or Wes, my aunt and uncle? Where the hell is everyone?! I start to feel alone. Alone and pissed. So pissed! I am pissed about Sheila, Jenna and Trey (and Rachel). I am pissed about what they've done to me. When all this is over, they are all going to pay. And with paying I mean die. Hurt me once, I will hurt you back worser and longer.

And with those thoughts, I fall asleep.