Don't look away

Prologue

A simple room. Maybe an office. Papers are scattered across the desk, but none of the two persons seems to be noticing. The walls are covered with cracks, spectator of the years that passed. From the thick silence emerges a masculine but yet energetic voice.

"Name : Jesse Millers. Age : 17. Status : dead/ possessed human. Height : 6'3. Special notes : dysmorphia, low self esteem , violent outbursts when overwhelmed."

Cody, or X-virus is reading her official papers as one of the most recent proxies while Jesse is sitting in the infirmary. Her short and messy brown hair are falling on her eyes, covering the bags under her blue eyes. She isn't listening and just counts the tiles of the grey floor. 98...99... and 100.

"Jesse ? Are you listening to me ?" Cody's voice sound annoyed. Jesse should be careful, she is probably in trouble.

"Sorry, I was... I don't know, just forget about it."
Jesse keeps her head down, the purple strand of hair like standing out. The lack of sleep is weighing over her but she knows it is one rare ressource here anyways. "What were you saying ?"

Cody sigh. "I was asking you how your first month went. You seem to be doing your work without complaining, which is a good sign if you ask me, but orders are orders and I have to ask you anyways."

"I'm fine. Nothing much to say."

"Good. I'll let you go then. Oh and, just by the way : you should really brush your hair." Cody snickers. He really isn't a nice one but.... Maybe it's his way of caring ? Just kidding, he's just an ass. Well actually...who isn't ? Because to be honest...it's anything but a big happy family here.

Jesse leave the office without a word, slamming the door behind her to show that she didn't like that last sentence without saying anything that could follow her later on. We never know.

While walking down the aisle to her room, she bite the flesh around her fingers without thinking about it, trying to stay calm and thinking to herself. How did she even ended up in that situation ? Oh yeah that's right, she just wanted friends. Well guess what ? That didn't worked out. But anyone would be able to guess it by now.

Jesse opens her room's door and collapses on her bed, tired from the day that ended even though she hasn't been sent in mission for once. She is slightly hungry but she doesn't want to stand up and walk to the kitchen, her legs would probably give up on her half way through anyways. It's not that bad, she decide to just sleep for a while and see what to do the next day. For now, here come the emptiness and comfort of sleep that she had refused for a few days now.