Beyond Control

Chapter 18

By the time I woke up from my sleep, the effect of the dose had already worn off. I moved my arms gradually and pushed myself up from the ground. It felt as if I'd been reincarnated into a new body since my last one was disabled.

I brought my hands to my sight, fidgeting and swinging them around.

I thought I'd lost control for a lifetime and never get it back, it was as if my limbs were all amputated and now reinstalled back into my body.

I pushed myself to my feet and the door to the observation room opened, a few workers walking, not excluding the worker wearing a black suit who ostensibly is the son of the scientist in this place. They came in and went straight to the document drawers. Some of them were writing and some of them were doing something else on the desks, and one of them was watching me from afar.

I plodded across the room to get closer to the observation room, then sat upright against the door.

Then, the questioning began, "Crystal," the captain called, "How did the door get opened?"

I thought over and over, then hesitated before I spoke the truth, since nothing else, "It just opens on its own."

I turned my gaze up to the window and saw a worker glaring down at me, then told me to reposition myself to the front of the window. I presume they've got a worker who studies psychology behaviors to read my mind.

I did as I was told and moved myself to a viewable spot for them all then spoke my answer again.

The worker nodded, then asked another question "Did the door open before the electrical outage or after?"

I answered the truth without hesitation.

"Why don't you tell the whole story all at once?" Kaysen suggested, then turned to look at the worker doing the questioning to get acknowledgement.

The worker nodded but kept his eyes on me calmly.

I told the story without missing a single detail but I left Felix out of it.

I thought that my calm and expressionless face could help with the lies but my attempt had failed since they weren't focusing on how I look while speaking, they're focusing on my tone and the words I was using.

"Have you forgotten anything?" The worker asks with his indecipherable face which I couldn't even read.

I shook my head and remained in a calmed and confident posture with my shoulders thrown back.

"Have you perhaps met someone on the way out?" He asked again.

His eyes were locked with mine and I was struggling to hold eye contact and was getting uncomfortable with it, but I retained it since that's the only way to tell I wasn't lying.

I shook my head once again and said, "No, I did not."

His gaze shifted down to his notepad and I let out a sigh of relief, waiting for the next question.

Unfortunately, there wasn't another question.

The worker turned to me again, "Well, your story doesn't make sense."

There was silence before the captain spoke, "You met a worker didn't you?"

I felt my heart jump but I held myself still against the inevitable reactions. I felt my heart thumping louder and louder, almost pushing me forward when my heart hammered against my chest.

I was focusing on my heartbeat and had my dilated gaze on the ground which gives them an obvious sign that I was thinking.

They knocked on the window and heaved my attention back up to them again. They repeated the question and I stayed silent, devising lies that are realistic and believable. I thought again and again before they began threatening me with the shock bracelet again.