The Glass Room

Chapter Three

Don't take the pills, Maddy. I could only see those mouthed words. As the Guards walked me to the science lab in the building, the only rooms that were normal, with white walls and privacy.

As I waited for Doctor Clover, The Guards left me standing at the closed door, walking forward past everyone else who was standing in front of their Doctor's door. The silence was loud.

As I adverted my eyes from the people behind and in front of me, I glanced at the edges of the walls, and the ceiling seeing the cameras, that always watched us. The cameras watched us when we ate when we slept, and even when we showered. The black domed with the small red light beaming around in circles watched us now. Standing. Waiting. Like Fools.

"Maddy, Come in," Clover said startling me, as I was to infuse in my thoughts about the cameras, as I walked into the room, walked to the hospital bed, sat on it and holding my arm out, ready for her to take the same blood tests she took every day.

"How has your morning been so far?" She asked, drawing the blood from my arm. It didn't hurt anymore the needles, and I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes, with a slight sigh, it was the same, it was the same routine everything was the same, so how could I answer her Question? I mean it wasn't her fault that I was trapped in here, it wasn't her fault that more children seemed to appear here. Or was it? WHO? was here to blame?

"It's morning?" was all I could say, there was no sunlight that beamed through the building. So how could I know?

"Yes," Clover said, a bit more quietly, removing the needle, and tapping the bottom of the glass jar, once, twice, three times. before placing it on a crate that held more vials of blood.

"Here is your medicine for today. Take it with breakfast." I stared at Clover as I slowly grabbed the clear container of pills, watching her gloved hands, and the mask that covered half her face. Were we diseased, sick, poisoned?

"Dr Clover..." her name slipped off my tongue, easily. The questions that ran through my head wanted to be free, they wanted to be answered. So long I had lived here, and not a single question of mine had been answered. Why?

"Yes, Maddy." She said, her dark green eyes staring at mine, and I wondered what she looked like behind the mask if her nose was slim or wide if she had crooked teeth, or super white. If she had freckles that scattered her cheeks.

"Are we diseased?" I asked, Clover only laughed.

"Diseased?" she giggled, shaking her head. "Who?"

"Every child in the Glass rooms, are we all diseased, are we sick."

Clover only shook her head, "Why, Maddy we are only protecting you."