Minor Gifts

Chapter 3: A Week Of Solitude...

It's been 5 days... I've slowly given up on wanting answers. But my curiosity was still there.

No matter what Dr. Link briefly asked, I wouldn't answer her. 'They don't answer me... I won't answer them' I've constantly reminded myself.

Dr. Link only comes in every two days. But even when she is in the room. She only stares at me... As if she's studying my every move. Every few minutes she would wright somthing on her clip-board.

The only reason I look forward to her visiting me, is when she brings me food. I only get to eat every 2 days... But I'm constantly being pumped with weird colored solutions that  keeps me tired, and mostly always sleeping.

Before Dr. Link left today, she told me that for now on every first Saturday of the month,all of the 15 teens (including me) my age in this facility will be able to spend 3 hours in the rec-room together. So we can interact with one another.

I'm not sure If I wanted to... I really only wanted to see my father, I miss him dearly.

My room was quite. Bright, but depressing. I rather be free and surrounded by darkness then this...

There was a sudden crash sound, Caused by the landery shoot. It dropped a outfit. I headed over to them and picked them up.

To my surprise... It was a sports bra and short shorts. My first thought, 'You can't be serious!' Cause there was no way I was going to wear them. But I later decided that tomorrow when I shower (Oh, Yes! I get to finally take a shower!) I might want to change out of the cloths I've been in for 5 days.

But I'm not looking forward to wearing little clothing in front of everyone else... But I bet they feel the same way.

I walked over to my glass wall, and took a look of all the others like me... That are trapped and probably scared just like me.

There was a girl with black hair and a purple streak neer her banges. It was pretty. Then she turned around and saw me. Her eyes were a dark Grey  almost black. We made eye contact for a second then she broke it off when she turned back around.

I looked over to the next room, there, ther was a boy, he looked a little geeky with his glasses and pencil stuck in his messy, longish, light brown hair. He was bouncing a ball off one of his white walls. 'How did he get that?' I asked myself.

The next room had the blue eyes boy in it. He was sitting neer the glass wall with his head between his legs, as if he was crying. But when he looked up at me, he waved with a sad look on his face, but no tears.

After seeing that facial expression I went and sat on the lab bed. And hummed a song my father would hum me to sleep. Then my eyes got heavy with tiredness as I fell back to sleep.