Starstruck- Illusions are reality

Part 3

The night is beautiful. I don't know why but it makes me feel a special way. Knowing that there is so much more out there. So many forces we can't even control. I need the night sky and the stars to remind me that I am just a small human being. And that my problems are just a damn shit. I sit on my bed and watch the second building that is so high that I can't see the sky like I wish I could. I've never been to building two, they say that it is only for special purposes. I don't know what that means but it sounds...scary. I try and think of something else. The food was okay. I force a smile and then give up on it. It feels wrong. The food tasted like sand. And my company was worse than the sand-food. This guy, he won't leave me alone and I don't know why. My brains tells me that I should trust him but can I trust my brain? I am certainly unsure. Tomorrow is day three of the week. We get one day off every week. But that's day seven. Four more days to go and I already feel like staying in bed and giving up. But wait...its day three of the week. The fourth week of the month, that means there are going to be new patients. That only happens once a year or on special occasions. Maybe they will give me a roommate. No they would not do that. I do not plan on doing something against it since I can't. They have me under control and I don't have any special abilities to fight. But I don't want to fight. Everything is fine here. But why do I think that? Do I know it? I walk over to my mirror. It's a luxury article, normally they don't want us to be arrogant and selfish. They want us to be modest. I think they let this guy with the white hair stare too much at himself. I breathe out heavily and return to my bed. This is going to be a very long night.

I already put my clothes on and I am a bit nervous and exited. There are new patients coming which is something extraordinary and special. I really hope they let me speak to them. I want to know where they come from and why their here. I jump up. There Is a knock on my door and then he's here. "Number 73" I roll my eyes. It's him again. He looks at me and I notice some kind of sadness in his eyes. He is so strange. I take one last look into the mirror. My hair is still red, my eyes are still brown, my clothes are still boring and white. "Time for the welcoming." I love the welcoming. We get to talk to each other. Even me. And that is something rare. "I think I know the way." I run out the door but he grabs my wrist. I look at his hand in shock and then he lets go. They never ever touch me. He clears his throat and then glances at me. "I am the one to decide that." He answers with a harsh voice. I am silent when we walk through the white hallways. After a few minutes we reach the community center. A big room where everyone meets. I see this room once a year. Today. Excitement rushes trough my veins and I try to breathe normal. There are so many other patients. I walk to the others and try not to look at the man again. I look around and see the girl I used to look at at the dinner. She looks at me again and smiles. Then she comes over. I am scared. "Hey" My eyes are frozen. "My name is", she does not finish that sentence because electricity rushes trough her body. I breath in and look at the black ring we all have to wear at our ankles. It sends electricity trough our body when we behave wrong. We're not allowed to say our names. Not that I could since I don't know my name. I am just number 73. She forces a smile and then brushes her black hair out of her face. "I am number 64" She's been here for a long time. Longer then I've been here and I can't remember the day I entered this institute. She looks at me and seems to hope I speak. I am nervous. Really nervous. Not in the way like you have to speak in front of many people but in the way you're nervous when you think that next decision is going to chance your whole life. I try to make the right decision. "Nummer 73", I whisper. Was it even possible to hear me? Number 64 smiles. She definitely heard it. "Nice to meet you number 73. Are you exited about the new ones?" I nod and stare back at the big entrance. They're about to arrive by any minute. "Me too." She waits to see if Id like to talk. When I stay silent she continues to say something. "Whats your power?" Another rush of electricity floats through her body and her face looks like she is in pain. Without thinking I grab her hands and smile at her. "Its okay. Just talk about something else." That happens to be the longest sentence I spoke since...I don't know. Have I even spoken to another human being? Just this weird guy. "So you talk to Darcel?" I give her a confused look and she glances at the white haired guy. My eyes open. Darcel? Is that his name? I nod and then smile. "Trust me he's been following me like a stalker." Number 64 laughs out loud and I think that her laugh is really clear and comforting. I don't want to loose her after this day. Maybe I will speak to Darcel. Strange guy with a strange name. When I decide to ask 64 about him a green light goes on and everything turns silent. They're coming. My eyes widen and I look over the crowd. Then the door opens and four people come out of it. Two girls and two boys. The security guard suddenly loads his weapon and shouts: "Come on out there!" Everything inside me feels electrified. Who is that? Then he steps out of the door and I stop to breathe. A boy with brown hair and eyes like honey looks around with anger written on his face. He spits in front of the guys feet and then walks to the other new ones. I frown. Out of nowhere Darcel steps out of the crowd and presses a button. The boy cramps in pain and I look at his ring. It blinks. I don't know why but I get angry. Extremely angry. "Stop it!" Number 64 glances at me in shock. Darcel looks at me in shock. The boy stares into the crowd looking for the voice. When he sees me, pain and love begin to show on his face. He stares at me and I stare at him, then a guard grabs the boys shoulders and takes him away. He turns around and screams one word. One single word. "Via!"