Until I see you again

Now I see you again

I sat at the table in the cafeteria like room. It wasn't large and there weren't many people around me or in line to get the fried potatoes and eggs. Not that I blamed them, they weren't that good quality. Maybe it was the chef? He could be cooking other people's bodies for all I know. Or maybe it was me?
           I looked around, everyone I saw were men. I had my hair in a ponytail, but I wasn't wearing my hat. What was the point if the cult leader of this place knew I was a girl? But the only problem was that every guy was trying to sit with me. I had to move from table to table. I had shifts in the cell rooms, Adgar said it would do me well. But who's to say that anything he says is true?
I stared down at my empty plate as I sat at my empty round table before I was snapped out of my gaze by a deep voice beside me. "Dani Yates?"
I quickly moved my gaze up and saw another guard that I would always see working shifts when I was in a cell, I think every man in that building had done at least one round in there, how many other jobs were there? He had dark eyes and dark hair, no facial hair, and he was bulked in his arms and thighs under his black armour and jumpsuit. Damn, if he wasn't psychotic I would consider him hot.
"That's me." I said quietly. Another man who didn't recognize me, I was on a role. I stood up and then straightened my posture slightly as I looked up at him.
"I'm here to tell you it's time for your shift." He said, he had a pistol, like every guard did, I guess they thought they could camouflage it by putting it in a black holster and always putting a hand over the handle outside the holster. I only knew that because the other guard that gave me my own this morning said; 'don't let them see it'. PSH. As if. But this man wasn't ordering me around, his voice wasn't stern, it was easy and deep. Soothing.
So I turned and walked out of the cafeteria, knowing the men inside were watching every step I took before I was in the corridor. There wasn't wallpaper, it was just grey. No tables and chairs, just a floor and doors to different areas and signs written in English, French, and Russian. I guess they took people in from everywhere, though I never thought about it before, maybe that's why they knew English so well when they spoke with me.
As I turned the corner to the cells room, I was stopped in my tracks when I heard banging and yelling. Men. It was coming from inside the closed door of the cell room that you needed a keycard to open. Luckily, I had one, I just hoped there was no expiry date.
          I glanced in the small window of the door before sliding the key card in the slit from by belt, and no I didn't bother to unclip it. I watched the red small box of light turn green with a buzz before pushing the door open.
       The prisoners who were once my neighbours looked down the hall from behind the glass, or at least those who weren't tied down to chairs. Some were pointing in the direction down the hall for me and others just tried to listen to the yelling.
            I recognized that voice over the yelling of the other men. I slowly made my way down the hall, my heart pounding in my chest before I looked around the corner, by that time, the yelling had turned to grunts of what sounded like grunts of frustration. Grunts I knew. I looked at the three guards holding a man down, a man who's face was against the ground they had a syringe in his arm, empty by then with the back pressed all the way down. I watched the man remove it from his arm then removed his knee from the mans back.
           "We got it under control." The other man said, breathless as he looked up at me. I stared at him then looked at the mans messy dark hair. There was something.... Off. I had an air around me that I had years before. I watched as they held the mans arms tightly, pulling him up aggressively, his body like a rag do-
             Wait.
             I stared at his lowered head as he breathed shallowly. He was wearing a plaid blue shirt. A shitty plaid blue shirt. I knew that shirt. My heart stopped as they went to pull his body past me, but time seemed to be in slow motion. My heart pounded in my ears, no other sound. My eyes widened as I watched in complete and utter shock. After all this time.
           All these months.
           All the rumours.
           All the suffering and lonely nights.
           It was all right in front of me.
He was right in front of me.
           I let out a small gasp, causing him to open those blue eyes, his blue eyes. And they met my own. They widened as mine did, though they looked heavy and tired, he still did it.
              "Hazel?" He asked weakly, that soft voice. His soft voice. I yearned for it for so long and here it was. I stared at him, his body tensing like it always did. I almost couldn't make a sound, but I pulled myself together, swallowing hard as sweat cooled my forehead. And finally, I spoke the one name I've wanted to say for so long.
                 "Will?"