Trapped

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I walked through the halls of Wicked and all I could think about was Willow. I couldn't get myself to think about anything else. I just gave her over to the hands of Wicked. I was the one who knocked her out, whatever happens to her is my fault. I'll never be able to forgive myself for this, even if she forgives me. I decided I needed to head back to my assigned laboratory. I was stationed in the deeper parts of Wicked. I was allowed access to more rooms. Why? I didn't know the answer to that. I worked in a room with several other people. Actually analyzing the brain patterns of Group B. I was grateful that I didn't have to survey Group A, my friends. As soon as I walked in a was shouted at.

"Gally! Where have you been? You have a job here you know!" The head leader of my lab, John. He only did me this way. Never did he talk like this to anyone else.

I stuck my finger to his chest. My blood boiling. "I was helping Ava Paige!" I couldn't get out anymore before he cut me off.

"And what were you helping Ms. "Ava Paige" with? Hm," He didn't believe me. But I sure wasn't going to tell him what I had to do to the girl I love.

"That would be none of your business." And with that said I shoved him aside and walked over to my own chair, ready to start gathering data, for once. I plopped down in my chair with rather more force than what I was trying to. It startled the girl sitting next to me. We had met a few weeks ago.  Now and then we would exchange few words.

"Gally? Are you alright?" A voice full of concern, more than necessary.

"Fine" I spit the word at her, hoping she would leave me alone. She reached out to touch me, I jerked away, not wanting her touch. "Don't." I snapped a little too harshly.

"I was just trying to help." She was taken back from my actions.

"I don't want your help" I mumbled, half wishing she heard half wishing she ignored me. I only want Willow, I thought.