For the past few weeks, my life has felt like a movie montage. You know, the kind where they show a clip for about 5 seconds then move on to another, and they're all set to upbeat music? Well take out the upbeat music and you have my life. It's been so frantic recently, ever since I burned my house down.
After Liz stopped my episode, three guys who looked official came and escorted us to an annoyingly sleek and shiny car with the blackest tinted windows I've ever seen. Two of the suited men swiftly climbed into the front seats of the car, leaving the back seats to Liz, the last man, and me. It was bigger on the inside than it looked, because we were able to fit with a lot of room to spare. I didn't pay attention to where we were going. I was too busy having a silent panic attack, which, in my defense, is what any normal person would do. Trust me, I'm an expert at normal people. I may not be normal myself, but I know what they think, better than they do, sometimes.
It could have been hours or days, I don't know, but eventually we pulled into the front drive of a stunning building that looked like it was being wasted on it's use: The sign said 'Waste Management Services.' I was angry all over again. Who were these people who randomly come to OHIO of all places and bring me to a waste management building under the pretenses of some secret government organization? They interrupted my life, which I'll admit was living Hell, but at least I was surviving. There is absolutely no way that I was going to stand this…
… But then again, this change could be exactly what I need. If Liz really was telling the truth then I wouldn't have to suffer anymore. Indecision clouded inside of me, and nerves hugged me. I didn't know what to do.
So I sat like a good little Government-kidnapped girl and waited. For God knows what. Or, rather, the Devilknows what.