Misunderstood Control

Hell or not?

Light flooded loralie’s eyes as she slowly moved her fingers to make sure she was still alive. “oi get up!” she felt a sharp kick on the side of her ribs. She yelped and jolted up. Looking around, she was in a bright small room, white everywhere with only 2 cots in the corners. “come on let’s go, we’re going to be late.” A woman’s voice echoed through the room. Late? For what? Another kick flew at her face. “Get up. Right now. Unless you want more?” “what if that’s what I want?” loralie asked, proud of herself. There was a clicking sound behind her, and a cold metal object pressed to the back of her head. “Get up or I will shoot.” A man said roughly behind her. Loralie scrambled to her feet, and looked down at what she was wearing. It felt odd. There was just a white T-shirt and white baggy pants, with orange socks. Seemed like more of a mental hospital now, she thought. She snapped to her senses when the woman pushed her out of the room. All the staff seemed to wear white lab coats. It suddenly hit her, this was no mental hospital. Sure it looked like one, but what kind of hospital has guns, and staff that hurt their patients? There was no way this was legal. How long was she asleep?  Did they do anything to her while she was passed out? They nudged her down a few hallways, into a large room. There was what looked like an auditorium, but without the chairs. Loralie sighed with relief as she saw  other people with the same uniform as her. They seemed her age, all looking 17-28 years old. She joined the crowd of about 30 people. A white haired man stood up in the stage, hushing the patients. “hello ladies and gentlemen, I’m glad you’ve come to translucent hope. You will each be given a new life at this facility we have prepared for you. If you would all please, sign the paper that is given to you if you wish to stay.” As he was talking, there were other staff passing out paperwork and pens. Her stomach turned as one of them came up to her. “sign here.” The woman said, holding out a pen with a blank expression on her face. Loralie’s hand shook as she took a pen. What should she do? She can’t just run, but she had to do something. It’s not safe to stay here, but it’s not safe to leave either. She can’t sneak out, what if they had inserted trackers in then while they slept? She figured she couldn’t risk it. Taking the pen, she signed her name. “Loralie Yuuiski”. God what was she doing? After she finished, the woman pushed up her glasses and turned to the boy next to her. “sign here.”