Gone

"You can't seperate love" 15

"I missed you. Are you okay? What happened?" I told her a decriptive story about everything. I smiled throughtout, because I was gone. I wasn't there any more. I was freed. Adrianna and I sit and speak about everything. She says that we can't live were we lived. Also, government is coming to talk to me tomorrow.

She left around 10, almost 3 hours and visiting hours were over. The nurse was pretty lienant on it. Espeically, since I just woke up. Adrianna left, but not before giving me a deep hug. 

The next morning I knew Adrianna wouldn't come today because my 2 assigned FBI agents were coming in to speak with me, along with a special guest. I didn't know who the guest was.

Stupid televisions were all that was playing. Adrianna left me a bag of stuff, so I stood up to get it. I tied the robe tighter, it was chilly. I was sure my hair would be a mess, but I didn't care. I pulled a blue laptop out, but before I could start it, men were here. After about 5 reruns of Friends episodes, two men in black suits walked in nonchalently. "Andrea McDonald, correct?" 

"Yes. You're the FBI agents right?"

"Federal Bureau of Investigation - correct." One took a seat in a chair next to me, and pulled the table over, placing papers and a clipboard on top of the table. The one sitting next to me looked right about my age, maybe a little older. He was dark brown hair, shoved everywhere. He had blue eyes, sparking, but not as dazzling as Niall's. He made me miss Niall. 

The other man sat in a chair across from me. He was maybe twice my age, well into his 40's or 50's for sure. He wore dark sunglasses, covering his identity. He had gray hair, but not earned. 

"You can call me Jon," the man who looked my age said. "I'm here to document everything that happened, all from your point of view. We have important things to go over. Also some men from a management company would like to speak with you after us."

"And I'm Mr. Buskerwitz. Call me William, though." I nodded, and looked at his glasses. They seemed to be famous. 

"Okay. Let's start with everything that happened, in order."

"Well first ...." it took forever just to explain everything. They kept interupting me with "How did you feel at the time?" and "What was it like?" or "Are you sure thats what happened?"

Finally, they had it all written, and I was waiting on them. "Okay," Jon began. "According to the law, you and your sister have to be placed in the Witness Protection Progrem, BUT, there's a few cut strings attached." He placed the clipboard down. "You and your sister have to change your look. If you are doing any interviews, we suggest one, and only one, with a famous reporter. We can set you up with Barbra Walters." I nodded, a spur of the moment thing. "You and your sister will change almost everything about you. I don't know if Adrianna told you, but we've bought her a house she likes in another country, and when you are released, you guys will move there."

"You will dye your hair, change your look, change everything," William said, brushed hair from under his glasses. "The management will talk to you about other things. Oh, and no outside contact as 'Andrea McDonald' besides ONE interview. That means no Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, ect. ect." He slapped his hands together. "Any questions? Oh and your sister has a Facebook page for you - but under no circumstances are you allowed to post under your name." 

"No questions, and yeah I get it." Jon and William shook my hand, and let 5 suited people into my room. One woman, her hair beach blonde pulled into a bun atop her head. The 4 guys looked very usual. One was bald, the other 4 had military cuts.