Candy Apples

I stare at him confused, and then through the dirty windows. I see grass, flowers, a tall huge white gate, clouds, guards.

"I don't--" He smacks me on the head.

"Look...guards with guns. Think about it, which ED treatment facility is heavily guarded by tough armed men. It makes no sense."

I widen my eyes. This psychopath makes sense. It takes a minute for my head to start hurting. But if this place doesn’t treat ED, what does it do? I’m spinning, colors of dark and green and sunlight blend together in my vision. The urge to vomit comes again and I try my best to swallow it down. Orion is holding me, preventing me from falling.

“Hey hey, I’ve got you. It’s okay. We’re gonna make it out of this.”

He shows me his arm, small black holes where the punctures have healed littered his arm.

“These people,” he looks around the room, “this place, isn’t safe. But I know a way out.”
There are already tears in my eyes, and I stare into his dark brown ones. “Wha-what are we gonna do?”
He smiles softly, “We’re gonna escape.”