Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been writing lately. I've just had a lack of inspiration. But, here's the thing, I had the next two chapters of this typed up on my laptop, then it went dead before I could save it.

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The next days went by in a blur. Each day followed suite, blood tests, measurements, food, sleep. And with each passing minute, I became more and more strangely detached. I really didn't care what happened to me anymore. And, as strange as that sounds, I just didn't care at all. Just didn't. I couldn't explain it. My body just got tired of being mad and sad and all the different conflicting emotions inside of me. I was completely broken. I didn't even feel like me anymore. But of course, that was probably their plan all along.

I spent my days quietly contemplating my life up until now. I'd had a pretty good one. I was blessed with a mom who loved me, good friends, the flock, and the best half-sister anyone could ever want. But, whenever I thought of Max, it was always tinged with bitterness. She'd gotten what I'd wanted all along. Her and Fang had something that I would never have now. But then that bitter jealousy always made me feel guilty as hell.

As I thought once again of Max's luckiness, I must have fallen into an uneasy half-conscious state. I dreamed of Iggy and my mother, and when everything was the way it was supposed to be. The creaking of my kennel door, woke me up. I got up and allowed him to blindfold me, so I wouldn't know how to get out. But I got the shock of my life when we didn't take the right turn I'd been anticipating, but went down an opposite hallway made up of a string of disorienting twists and turns. My body went into shock, where was he taking me?

I voiced my concerns "Where are you taking me?!" I asked, my voice hysterical. My breathing sped into a pant. "Where am I going? Aren't you gonna take me for my blood tests? Like you do every other day?"

He didn't answer. God, that pissed me off. But, all the fight had since been drowned out of me, and I continued walking simply because I was told to. It got cooler as we walked, so I assumed we were going underground, to the darker side of the school. The very same place they took me for my eyesight operation.

I tried to calm myself, so if their was any pain, I wouldn't freak out. I couldn't stop them anyways.

We came to a stop at the end of the tunnel. It was like the ice age down here. I rubbed my arms, trying to get the blood going.

"Where am I?" I asked, starting to hyperventilate.

"No questions." he said in the monotone voice that drives me crazy.

It was regular by now. I stuck out my arm, the movement uniform. This time I didn't flinch as the needle penetrated my skin. I let the drug-induced stupor catch me quickly, no longer resisting.

My dreams were odd, and full of mind blowing experiences. Flying with the flock, high above the ground. My first kiss, which I couldn't recall when I woke, and my mother embracing me again.

When I woke, I could tell that something was off. I could feel excruciating pain, but when I tried to scream, I found that nothing happened. I tried to open my eyes. Nothing. Oh, god. I'd heard about this condition, anaesthetic awareness. The kind of thing you always expect to happen to someone else, not you. I laid through the pain, allowing myself to internally scream. I willed myself to fall back to sleep, and, when I knew that nothing would come from that (the pain was too great) I went away. To someplace inside my head were everything was perfect. I seemed to be going to that place more and more these days. That's me, always cracking jokes, even in the worst of situations.

After a while, I found the energy to twitch my fingers. I counted the twitches, each one as a second. When I got to sixty, I started over again. I was at thirty nine minutes when Gratefully, I realized that I was no longer in the coldness, but instead in my dog kennel. Ah, at least it was familiar.

I found the energy to open my eyes, then, when I did, wished I hadn't.

There, behind me, were two equally revolting black bat wings.

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Alright, don't assassinate me. I know this is really, really, really, okay I could go on for days like this, really short chapter. Only 873 words. Don't kill me. I know this is a romance, but how can that be when Ella's in the school? I actually want a good plot, not just romance, and, when you want a good plot, it takes a while to develop it, okay?