In a world where the government is trying to control the population, every family is assigned to be either hiders or seekers. The hiders spend their lives hiding, while the seekers spending their lives finding and killing these hiders. Samantha John...
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•••SAMANTHA'S POV•••
As I open my eyes after what feels like forever, my body instantly feels sore. Without sitting completely up, I peer around the room and notice that the sun is significantly lower than from where it was last time I was awake. How long have I been sleeping for?
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I sit up, my body aching in pain as I grip my phone and hold it up to my face, examining my cut on my head. Doesn't look too bad.
Thankfully, I remember most of what happened- up until I passed out. The last thing I remember is Harry hovering over me and shouting for Niall, so I'm guessing Niall fixed up my cut.
My phone bings, startling me as I squint my eyes to view the text message. "Caitlyn"
"Thank you soooo much, Samantha. You have no idea how thankful I am for you putting yourself in danger to save me. You are an absolute angel. I'm so sorry about what happened to you and I hope you're okay. I love you." Her text reads causing me to smile.
I text a quick response back before reaching over to place my phone on the nightstand. However, the space on the nightstand is limited due to a glass of water, pain medicine, and a note.
Curious, I hastily pick up the note and hold it in my hand, flipping it around to read the imprinted letters on the paper. "Samantha"
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My eyebrows pinch together as I stare at my name, sloppily written in all capitals. This is Harry's writing, but why did he writing me a letter? It is at this moment that I notice how silent and still the house is. Is he even here?
"Harry?" I call out, but there is no reply.
I unfold the letter and my eyes widen at the vast amount of words inside. At first, I thought it was going to be a letter telling me that he went out somewhere, but this looks a lot more serious.
