Erased (The program fan fiction)

Chapter four: "Sick"

I'm in the car for about an hour when we take a sharp turn and the car stops. I hear a car door slam and hear some talking right outside. I wish I could run but I still can only barley move my thumbs with ease. The truck is flooded with light and the two handlers reach in and pull me out
"Do you know what your doing?" I ask slurring my words. The two look at each other
"Your at risk." The handler answered flatly he has dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He could be cute if he wasn't about to destroy my life the other handler is a bit chubby and has blond hair he has a kind face one I could easily trust anywhere besides here. The two drag me into a wheel chair and restrain me down. I scoff at them "I'm not gonna kill you" I mumble warning a laugh from the stronger handler
"They are for your own safety" he says flatly
"Im only grieving" I say trying to earn sympathy "am I not allowed to do that either?"
My words are harsh but they get the point across
"You are allowed to feel whatever your brain is telling you but you just can't become sick." I hate that become sick it's not a contagious disease I could infect people with it's a sadness that will be cured if it was safe to open up about our feelings if the program had given therapy more time it would have stopped the epidemic. I glare at him but he I don't get to for very long before a huge man wearing a pale blue dress shirt khakis and a dark blue tie towers over me.
He smiles "Hello Elliot Vacc or do you prefer Ellie?" He asks genuinely
"It's Elliot to you." I snarl at him and spit on the ground "I'm not sick I'm grieving." I say and look down
"Mrs. Vacc you are exhibiting symptoms of violence denial and sducidal tendency's you are at risk. Your mother has been in contact with us for about three years now updating is on your moods to make sure your not sick, she honestly cares about you Mrs. Vacc" his words are soft and soothing but my mother! She told them my every move! In a blur of anger and everything is turning red. I hoist my leg up and kick the stronger handler and unwind from the chubby one, I lunge at the doctor about to take my memory's.
"I hate you I hate you I hate you!" I scream throwing punches at him over and over again soon strong hands lift me up still kicking and screaming and a rush of warm flows through me my body limps and I slowly fall into a deep sleep.