Enjoy my first fanfic on The Darkest Minds :)
The sky matched the way we felt. Not blue, but dark and covered in clouds; the beginning of a storm. Sometimes I wish everything could be normal. I could run around in the green grass, go star watching, go to school, talk with friends on my own terms. That's child's talk. When we think that way, it breaks all of us, piece by piece.
After my nightly work, we slowly get to rest in our bunk beds. I stare at the ceiling, waiting for sleep, which will never come to me. Every night, before I can help it, I think of when I was taken. When this all started.
It was a nice sunny school day, and my happy childhood ended like everyone else's. I was sent to school by my parents, who seemed oddly suspicious this morning. I threw on my jean jacket, and waved goodbye to my parents, who drove off, not returning the wave. I stared at the car as they drove away. My last moment of freedom.
Hands suddenly grabbed my waist, and behind my neck. I thrashed as they peeled off my bag, and secured my wrists behind me. I was sobbing unintentionally. Everything happened so fast, it took me a long moment to realize what was happening. We were being taken, because we were being changed.
We all huddled in the back of many vans, who were still piling kids in. Men with black jackets, pants, and shirts threw us unkindly into the vans. After every single kid was in, they all made sure our wrists were bound. A man came behind me, and tightened my zip ties even more. I gasped at the sudden pain. He snickered at me. The man turned, and locked the back door of the van. As he turned, grey lettering crossed his back. It read "PSF". That's what these men were called. The "PSF" forces.
A voice boomed from the front of the van, and we all cocked our heads to see. "You do exactly what we say, or you'll regret it. Do not talk, or do anything harmful." The driver said.
That's when the outbreak happened. The boy next to me started breathing deeply, and his hands fidgeted with something behind his back. He was up to something. I tried not to draw any attention to him, so I looked away. The boy lunged out in front of him, his wrists somehow unbound. He grasped the PSF on the neck who sat across from him. The PSF swore as he raised his hand up and shot the boy directly in the chest. The boy let out a sigh, and dropped motionless on the ground.
"Perfect example." The driver shouted over the sudden screams and sobs.
The other few PSF men looked around, and snapped fingers to get the kids to stop. It looked kind of silly for the men to be snapping fingers in the kids faces, but it worked. After hours of being cramped in the car, I wanted to sleep. I almost laughed at the thought of sleeping with these men surrounding us in the van. I looked around, surprised some of the kids were asleep. Others were fidgeting with their fingers, and the few others looked in deep thought. I rubbed my eyes and waited, and waited, and waited. Until, the bus finally stopped.