by Ethan Marsh
"I have to leave," I mutter.
Connie gets an anxious look on her face as the words come out of my mouth and twirl around her head, but then she looks angry. "What do you mean?” she asks, starting to get the anxious look back on her face. I continue the nasty look on my face.
“I have to leave! It is not safe for me to be here with you!” I scream.
“Please stay here for the rest of the experiments, Roman. The world is not safe for you, Roman! You could go mad, or hurt many people. You don't understand what you're capable of!” she says, firmly. She was trying extremely hard to convince me not to leave.
"I already am mad! Look at me! I can't even stand still, not to mention the fact that I killed almost five people! It's not safe for me to be here either! Tedd will probably bust down your door, looking for me. He will kill you if you know where I am. He will." I reply. I feel the need to just scream at very top of my lungs. To let all my anger out, roaring in the middle of a large field, is the least that I deserve.
My life has been ruined in the past couple of days. All because of one person. One person that brings the most strong despair to my life at the thought of his actions, and that inferior smile.
I run out of the room in my hospital gown, into Connies' office and grab my hoodie and my bag. I put it on, quickly, then strap my bag on, then I fly out the large door, down the stairs, down the hallways, not even caring enough to see if people are still staring at me, and out of the building. Nobody in the lobby even caught a glimpse of me. I run out the door. It painfully reminds me of the building that Tedd had me in earlier today. Where I shot my guardian. Tears drip from my eyes as I look back and remember the sight of him, laying in pain, on the ground. It is all my fault.
The tracks that I run on are like my hometown, only asphalt. I run down the track, not even caring if there is anybody walking; they probably wouldn't notice me anyway. The thought of Steve makes me want to punch myself in the gut, making sure that I suffer the worse than he did. I clench my fists, trying my hardest to not resort to violence. Violence is never the answer. Unless the people who are being given violence deserve it.
I find my way to the same speedtrack that Tedd found me and Henry on, Interstate twenty four. It was already dark out, and I would have been exhausted by now, if it wasn't for the adrenalin, giving me stamina and speed.
The adrenalin inside of me gives me astonishing power, that no other being could ask for. I finally realize that I should enjoy this power, and make good of it, instead of being scared of it.
But there was one thing. One thing that I was done with.
Tests. I am not an experiment, even if I am special. Even if my guardian himself came back to his living self and wanted to perform them on me.
No.
I walk until the sun rises, then I stop and take a breather because I start to get a tired. A couple of hours back, I had taken a merge off the speedtrack. The sign that led me to it read Prevalent zone 13. On top of being tired, a mighty beast of hunger pounded on me. I hadn't eaten since the tasty curly snack, with him. The sandwich with him. I remember the berries and nuts from even before that. They tasted amazing. The thought of food pains me inside and I couldn't live with it. My hands still bleed with adrenalin, as well as anger, they are clenched with both, not letting go.
Most of the time in my life, I had enough food so I wouldn't starve. Right now, I've past the limit of starving. At this point, I was on the verge of dying.