Misunderstood Control

What's the truth?

Loralie looked around the empty room. What time was it? Where were they? Who were these people? How come nobody knew about them? Her head hurt just thinking about it. It was cold, and there was no vents in the room. They really thought this through, huh? Loralie’s eyes trailed across the walls, the bright light above making her eyes hurt. “Loralie, what do you think they are going to do to us?” Theodore looked upset. She sat there, not sure on how to answer. “I think it’s safe to say nothing good.” She answered, knowing damn well that it wasn’t helping the situation. “Theodore, why did you come here?” she asked. “I was walking, and a young lady had come up to me. She handed me a card, and told me to have a good day. I’m not sure what convinced me to come here, but I had an urge.” A young lady.. Melanie? No, it couldn’t be. There’s no way someone she  had convinced all these people to come to a place like this. Just then, Theodore got up from his cot and sat on loralie’s. He hesitated on what to say, but put his hand on her shoulder. “everything will be okay, darling.” He exclaimed with a worried but sweet smile. His dark hair swept across his face, and his soft pale skin glowed in the light. A few tears escaped loralie’s eyes as she suddenly hugged him tightly. “now now, go sleep dear.” He ushered, moving out of her way. Loralie lay down, facing the wall. She heard Theodore sit on his own cot as she fell into a deep sleep.