Until I see you again

Questions with no Replier

         "Hazel." I said quietly, I didn't feel anything, no emotions, no part of my body from my neck down. I stared at the man who sat in front of me, he was the man in the long white coat. He'd been interrogating me for a few minutes now. It's been a few days since Dillan drugged me, I don't remember anything other than from he put the syringe in my forearm.
          "Good." He nodded, encouraging it seemed. He was taking notes, his gaze fixated on the clipboard on his lap, I watched his pen move across the paper horizontally. "Now tell me your age."
          "18." I said quietly, continuing to watch his pen, watching him move down the page slightly and continued. He seemed like he could write forever, never pausing to ask questions, never stopping when I paused thinking of my answer. This was phase 3. Paralyzation.
            "Date of birth?" He asked softly, he was just like a doctor for children, sweet and soft tone, maybe even a kindergarten teacher. His glasses rested on the tip of his nose, a librarian. He was the entire school system, then I realized it was multiple seconds since he asked the question, but he still continued writing.
               "I don't know." I mumbled, that was the truth, I was abandoned, too young to know my birthday. "I was abandoned at the age of 2, I just pretend my birthday is in August."
            He nodded, keeping his gaze down. I then glanced over at the cell beside me, only being able to move my neck slightly. The woman was out of the cell, she moved yesterday to somewhere. I don't know where, I didn't even known where I was.
           "Thank you." He said as he stood and finally stopped writing. He stood and rested the clipboard under his armpit, turning and walked out, closing the door and the door buzzed, locking.
           I watched then looked back over at the cell beside mine, a young girl walked in, her clothes all orange, baggy. Behind her was Adgar and another man, her head was held low as she kept her handcuffed hands behind her back. She had a tattoo on the side of her neck, half her black hair was shaved off. I creased my eyebrows and then saw the tears shinning on her cheeks before she sat down on the chair, identical to my own and then looked over at me.
           Her eyes were swollen, like a mosquito bite. Her lips were plump like a dolls. Her eyes were a vibrant blue, I could already see that from the distance I sat at. She then looked at Adgar and the man as he walked behind the chair and unlocked the handcuffs. He didn't hold her wrists, he didn't take out any ropes, and she didn't fight. All he did was walk out of the cell. There was a barcode design shaved into the bald side of her head, she seemed like a professional inmate.
             I just hope she can actually stay awake.