Surviving my Scholarship

Tissue Twist

         "Your report was lacking," Mr. Galloway stated calmly with an undertone of disappointment. He sat arms crossed in Ducky's chair as his men dragged me in for another session. "Therefore, I would like to see what proceeds before I allow you access to her without any supervision. Do I make myself clear?" 

        "Doctor Ducky" shifted uneasily from foot to foot before nodding and motioning the men to place me in the chair. They dragged my unfunctioning body to the chair and plopped me down without much grace. I glanced quickly at Mr. Galloway and he frowned at me before turning back to the doctor.

          "You may proceed," Mr. Galloway stated quickly before staring back at me as if expecting a real show. Perhaps he thought the craziness would just ooze out of me like an exorcism. Jokes on you, buddy. I wasn't crazy before he came along, but now I fear his machine might drive me insane. 

          Ducky gave a grunt to one of the men and they ran out of the room quickly appearing again with a chair. Ducky sat quickly and smiled at me as if he didn't just rape my brain less than twenty four hours before. He gestured to the drink cart and glanced back at me and I shook my head slightly. I didn't want refreshments. I wanted out.

           "Care for a caramel tart," Ducky held out a small brown paper bag to me and I frowned down at the simple item. "I hear they are your favorite." What is his angle here? I shake my head again and try my best to plea with Mr. Galloway to get me out of here. He just shifts his attention to the fake doctor obviously becoming impatient with the lack of progress in this short amount of time.

            "Alright. Well. You look tired," he prompted and I created an ill gesture at him. I haven't slept because of his stupid machine causing my mind to become overactive. I thought of everything from the molecules that make up hair to the distance of light speed. He snorted."If you are not in the mood for chivalry, let us get started. The helmet," he gestured to the two boys and Mr. Galloway stood up.

             "What is this," he growled as he examined the thing they were placing on my head. "I did not approve of you frying her brains."

              "This is merely a projector. It projects her thoughts there so I can delve into what makes her tick," Ducky smoothly covers up. Mr. Galloway does not look convinced.

             "Now shall we begin," he asks. I try to cry out but again I'm in that black room with the little blue box. "Once again let's see what your mind wants to share with us today."

             I walk slowly over to the box before willing it to go away. It just sits there intimidating me with its adorable blue glow and perfect angles. I kick it lightly before looking up at nothing. I hear Mr. Galloway grumble something and Ducky shush him. Finally, knowing I won't get it until this is over, I lift the box lid and watch as my world transforms into my old house.

              Instantly I freeze in place. I know this set up. I can't. I won't live through this again.

              "No," I choke out before turning to a wall praying it looked out at the men sitting into that room. "Not here. Please get me out. Not here."

             "Purple," yells my brother as he leans his head in the kitchen. "Take these to mom."

             "Why can't you," I try knowing that I will end up doing it.

             "Cause I told you to," he snaps and throws the towels and change of sheets at me. I stumble to not let them fall and frown at my brother. The slightly stained white with yellow flower sheets unravels in my hand and I stare down at them knowing what this day contains.