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Chapter#3

I woke up with a start when I felt the straps on my body.
But this time Mark was beside me.
He was telling me something as he hurriedly removed the belts strapped across my body. He was along with 3 others and Brian who walked away as he began to unbuckle the straps .
Then, Mark and the others ran for the exit. I suddenly heard sirens.
They looked back to see if i was following but my efforts to sit upright were in vain.
The 3 others started bickering but all in whispers.
A jolt of energy passed through me . I got up quietly , all the others staring, looking quite shocked.
My head jerked in pain as I made efforts to move . I was in some loose white gown , the other were too except Mark. He was in his usual clothes, And something was quite obviously not happening according to plan. The sirens grew louder and fear and impatience filled the room.
I tried to walk but I fell onto the cold floor and this alarmed the 3.

Mark wrapped me in a tonne of sheets and they all pulled me . They didn't struggle. Only one person held me over their shoulder. I squirmed when the door opened. We seemed to be outside thus, the sudden chill .
I popped my head out of the sheets, My eyelids were heavy in pain and my head was throbbing. My arms were tired but my legs kept squirming and cramping in pain.
I could hear what this one person was saying.
"Eh,mark!this girl be hella difficult, where DA hell she come from"
"Shut up ,ball head Brent "said a girls voice.
"keep quiet Freida. Brent we can't lose her."
"you mean you can't lost her markie"said the voice who was holding me(Brent)
"This is not the time all of you"Said another more sensible boys voice
"are you kidding?"Brent bickered on .
"SHUT UP!"A girls voice from the front said.
"you don't have to play mama Jess."Brent seemed really hot headed.
"I'm sorry but at least she doesn't complain."hissed Freida
They continuously bickered for five minutes and my head kept giving out jolts of pain as one of them raised their voices.o
My brain struggled to put the words together, i kicked and said ,"QUIET, s,sstop,this nonessssense"

Every looked at me like I had committed a crime, Brent threw me down with a thud and mark held my throbbing head in his cold hands.
All i heard from their incessant bickering was
asylum,powers,strongest,stoner,bar,safe,she,she and a lot of other words my brain couldn't put together.

The sirens grew louder.

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