Welcome To The: BUNK

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            White, white, bright, white, the room was white, tainted dark red. The smell stabbed my nose, that harsh matelic stench cutting thru the air. The screams from the invisible figure besides me, somewhere was muffled out but soon the pleas of terror came back as they grew louder. Soon thundering feet of running was heard, shouting shocked, muffled, scared, unclear voice screaming, yelling, even crying.

"Clarina? Are you paying attention here. This is very important sweetheart," blinking a few times, clearing away the unfocused, sheathed teared fog that had formed over my vision during my daze. Jimmy was dead. jimmy was dead. Jimmy was. . .

"Clarina." i was again pulled from my head as a knowing authority filled voice of none other then nagging Jane molded over my ears. I turned my head but sniff needles of soreness rattled up to my jaw from my neck.

"please state your name and age, for mandatory record evidence." Jane stated from across the thin bolted down metal table. A red flag shot up at the word 'evidence'- sure I was ready to bounce from my seat but that word could mean many things. Many bad, bad things.

"Evidence, of what?"

"Evedince of the Jimmy Flezic's death, of course!" Jane then flashed another toothy smile. " its my job to get all the evidence and information of his death at possible, and that means speaking with every witness, every student involved with young Jimmy, every onlooker that could hold any crucial information. Including you, Clarina. You were one of the first to see the sence, what ever you have to say can be very important." jane cooed.

"I was not the first- there was another girl."

"Of course, but you were one of the first, sweetheart. Now, please, say your full name and age" she repeated.

"What-what, if i don't remember my full name?" i challenged, even if it was the sad truth. i could barely hold on to the memory of the smell of my mothers skin or the fuzzy smiling image of her gorgeous face. It was all slipping away.

"Just say what you remember." Jane smiled sweetly and blinked her thin eye lashes rapidly. I felt the urge to ask if she had something stuck in her  eyes.

"Your name," Jane encouraged.

"Nickles," Jane lifted a pointed eyebrow.

"Your full, first and last name, please." A sense of confusion dawned on me before realization washed over the fog. I felt like a drag.

". . . Clarina Nickles."

"Good-good. And, your age" jana pressed on.

"Why is this needed?"

"please just answer the question. i would hate to bring a guard in here for Disobedience especially with you Clarina" jane said flatly, ending the air of a almost clam conversation.

"i'm. . . I'm seventeen."

"Thank you, that's all i needed for now." Jane dismissed.

"but you already now all this"  jane turned me a pressed grin.

"Aren't you just full of questions today?" I screwed my mouth shut.

We were both in a new room this time, it wasn't the testing doctor room, or the gym like yesterday, not even the room i first saw Jane in. No this room was different, it was small, very smaller. Smaller then my old bunk. . . bunk, room. Three walls out of the four where the same unforgettable white tiles shinning with the reflection of the, almost blinding lights above and the round black orb camera, blinking its usual red center.  The wall in front of me sat the strangest thing i had ever seen, it was like a white bunk shower hall mirror but darker, much much darker. A metal table very similar to the tables bolted down in our white bunk rooms stood between pale, watching Jane and i. Both our rumps seated on a cold metal chair, bolted to the concert ground. Jane's gaze never left mine as she typed away on  a small version of a mobile monitor, resting in one of her long fingered hands. She pocked and tapped on the screen of the device consistently while we talked.