It was pitch black outside and mostly everyone was sleeping.
I started to feel tired but was too afraid to fall asleep. I knew by careful evaluation that no one on this bus was here to get me.
I subconsciously grabbed my metal collar and I felt it start to heat up. I knew if I messed with it longer it would shock me. I was just so paranoid and scared. I didn't want to go back, I will never go back to my old life.
Suddenly I found myself in my old house. I saw my younger self eating breakfast and my dad making me laugh in the kitchen. I knew this was a memory, and I was dreaming, but I never wanted to see or remember this particular day for the rest of my life. My mom and my brother were in his room reading books together and I sadly looked at my dad. He was doing a weird and embarrassing dance to make me laugh.
Then suddenly a red mark appeared on his forehead and he dropped like a rock. He was shot by a sniper through the kitchen window. I suddenly felt hot fresh tears on my cheeks. I saw my younger self sit there in shock for a couple of seconds but then jumped up and ran to my father. I saw myself scream and cry, and weakly shaking my dad's body trying to somehow bring life back into him.
Suddenly the door smashed in and my younger self jumped behind the counter and immediately opened the knife drawer and grabbed all the steak knives. Our father was in the military for a long time. He trained us for situations like this even tho we thought we would never have to use these skills.
I saw my younger self sneak through the kitchen and catch sight of the group of men running into our house with huge guns, and searching the rooms one by one. I heard my mom scream and a gunshot, and my brother who had special needs, down syndrome, and autism, probably never understood the situation or even that our mom was dead. He was dragged out of the room into the main room.
He started to get angry at the manhandling and started to scream. I popped out and threw the knives hitting the three guards in the arm and shoulder. The other men pointed their guns at me, but I stood proud and ready to die to protect my younger brother. My younger self charged forward and attacked the nearest guy but he dodged and shot me.
I looked down in shock to see a dart in my stomach. I slowly took the dart out but suddenly got dizzy from the drugs. I fell to my knees and sat there glaring at the man. Suddenly I watched daniel come in and I saw him walk up to my younger self and have a conversation with her, and how slowly she was losing the battle against the drug.
Then daniel snapped his fingers and my brother dropped to the floor with a bullet wound to the head. I am glad he didn't die a slow death, but up until his last breath he did something I would never forget. My brother never really liked to speak it was mostly sign language and no and yes, but he looked at my drugged self with his big beautiful brown eyes and smiled and said three words he has never said to anyone.
"I love you".
When he fell to the floor dead, even though my younger self was almost unconscious I remember screaming so loud I tasted blood. I stood there watching the memory like it was on a tv. I started to cry and fell to my knees. I felt the sadness and terror I did that day, It broke my already falling apart heart to pieces.