GENRE: YA Dystopian
Sixteen-year-old Clementine isn't supposed to get sick in the underground society of the Core, so there must be something wrong with her. Now she's received her first monthly injection, which will make her healthy and happy.
It doesn't seem to be working...
The world tilts and blurs before my eyes. I lower myself onto the cot, pull my legs to my chest, and curl up in a ball. My head isn’t hurting yet, but I bet it will. Just like before.
What's wrong with me?
I breathe in and out, begging the waves of nausea to wash away. But they don’t. They get worse. I grit my teeth while my eyes water.
This happens every time they give me something. It’s supposed to be the same as what they give everyone else, but if I’m the only one who gets this sick, maybe it’s not the same. Maybe it’s not me.
My eyes fall on a black camera in one of the room’s high corners, so tiny I wouldn’t notice it if I hadn't seen one before, in the dark on that staircase with Beechy. Its red light flashes every couple seconds, and my heartbeat picks up.
They’re watching me. Someone in a dark room is monitoring the effect of my monthly injection.
Whoever’s watching has no right to see me weak like this. Especially if they did this to me. Especially if they want to make me weak.
It’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, to push myself up with my elbows and throw my legs over the side. My feet are unsteady. I grab the bedpost, then the wall.
I have to pause a couple seconds to catch my breath. Dammit, come on.
Sweat makes my palm fumble on the door handle. I get it open and stumble into the corridor before anyone can stop me.