liah

This Means War

"Luckily I didn't. I had a feeling you'd made it out." I smiled softly at him. "Are you ok?" I asked, as he wrapped his arms around his torso. Being in that mess with all those wild people, flailing and pushing whoever they could, I was sure he'd gotten a little banged up. We both did. "We could sit here for a bit if you like. Give us both a chance to get ourselves together before we head back." I was still quietly trying to get my breathing back on track.

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"Thank God." I took a deep breath as he lead us out. I hadn't realized how much I could barely breathe in all that thick, hot mess we were trapped in. After we were out of the crowd, I looked back to see how bad it was. It was still a complete mess and I was happy to be out of it. "I can't believe that just happened." I sighed.

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I was pushed again and this time I almost spun around to throw a punch to whoever had did it. But before I could, I'd realized I was pushed right into Sam's chest. I was actually grateful that I was pushed, because if I wasn't we wouldn't have run into each other. "Sam!" I hugged him back. "It's not your fault. Someone pushed me and I accidentally let go." I gently pulled back from his embrace and looked him in the eyes. "You have to lead the way out. I have no clue where to go.

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I heard my name and looked up. I still didn't know where it was coming from and I hoped to find out soon. "Sam?" I didn't even attempt to shout. I herd my name once more and turned in the direction I thought I'd heard it come from. On a table, not too far from where I stood, I saw Sam standing tall and cupping his hands around his mouth to call me. I jumped up, waving a hand towards him and began to make my way through the crowd. I only hoped he'd seen me and would stay where he was for just a few more seconds.

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"Sam, where are you!?" I shouted, this time louder than before. I continued on the way we were heading, hoping to run into him again. "Sam?" I called. I stopped in my tracks, trying to focus on if I could hear him replying to me. I could swear I heard my name, but I wasn't sure which direction it came from. I was being pushed and nudged as I dodged soldiers trying to get at the guards. A part of me wanted to just give up and wait it out. But I had no clue how long that would be, or what would happen to Sam or I in the process.

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"Can you see the exit!?" I yelled over the crowd. I had no clue which direction we were going. We'd dodged a few of the major brawling that was taking place, but we couldn't dodge everything. Someone rushed by me, pushing me in the process and almost knocking me down. I was no longer holding onto Sam's hand and I wasn't sure if I'd be able to find him again. Not in this mess. "Sam!" I called. "Sam!"

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I nodded, giving his hand a small squeeze as we began to walk into the crowd of chaos. "Don't let go of my hand." I had to speak loud so Sam could hear my voice over the shouting. "Please." I looked ahead as the crowd got thicker. As Sam led the way, I made sure to try to avoid flying fist and legs that tried to kick their way out of a guards grip. As we walked, someone in the crowd elbowed me right on my bruised ribs. It took everything in me not to double over and fall to my knees. Instead, I wrapped my free arm around myself and we continued on.

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"That might be just what he wanted." I watched as other soldiers jumped in. That only brought more guards and more chaos. Most of everyone in the room was out of their seats and trying to intervene. If they weren't involved, they were leaving or trying to force the rest of their food down.
"You can't do this to us!" Another soldier shouted. "You're treating us like pigs straight to the slaughter house!" He was struggling to break free from the guards that held him. Quickly, they took a taser and stunned him right in the side. Immediately, he fell to the ground. This only angered more people. This was turning into a riot and I didn't want to stick around to see what else would happen.
"We should get out of here. Things are getting really ugly. We could be next and we haven't even done anything." I peeled my eyes away from the hectic scene that was in front of us.

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"We don't have a way out of here. If we try to leave, they'll throw us in prison and I don't want to go to prison." Worry laced every word that escaped my mouth. "We're stuck. Completely stuck." I looked up at Sam. I knew he was trying to calm me down. To assure me that everything was going to be ok. But I had a feeling it wouldn't be. "We could try to leave once they send us to fight. They don't control us once we leave. We just have to survive." I spoke quietly, but just loud enough for Sam to hear me.

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"What are we gonna do?" I looked down at my lap then back up at the room full of angry soldiers. "Sam, we can't go out there." I looked him in the eyes. "Especially you. You're hurt." I could feel myself about to start panicking. I ran a hand down the side of my face and took a deep breath. I didn't want my breathing to get out of hand, then I'd end up needing my inhaler. "What happens if we- What about my parents. I- I can't write them. And my sister? I-" I sighed, pushing my tray away from me. I didn't want to eat anymore. I'd completely lost my appetite and so did half of the soldiers in the room.