Welcome To The: BUNK

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                Standing in the elevator with Bruce, the electric humming filled the silence. When Bruce had returned to the plastic room i was stuck in with a doctor and guard. The plump elderly man tapped at the monitor screen of the box and nodded to the guard. The officer had unclipped the cuff from my wrist and blocked the flap until the doctor had exited. Bruce had said to the group that he had the matter under control, saying he had orders from Jane. The black suited guard left disappearing from the flap, soon after that Bruce had directed me towards the closets silver elevator. Know we both stood listening to the slight tick and hum of the elevator.

"Where do you want to go?" he asked voice low.

". . .not back there, not yet"

"Your going to have to face them at some point Tip," he commented. I watched as his thin hand reached towards the key pad and pressed a fadded worn button.  It wasnt the button that caught my eye to whatever random floor he picked it was the tiny silver scratch marks between two buttons that caught my attention. It was the same mark that Travis had pointed out, the scratchy star with a faint outline of a crucial around it. Should i tell him everything? Should i tell him, he told me he watches the camera recordings. He told me he talks to jane. He showes me the window. He came to the infarmiry. Hes also the one that said he spys on me, watches me. . .

"Bruce"

"Yes, do you want me to pick a diffrent floor? Are you hungry?"

"No. . ." every thought or idea of what ever i wanted to tell him spilled away from me in that sudden moment.

"What is it?" he asked turning his head slightly down towards me, as he was taller then i.

"Clarina"

"What?"

"Clarina, thats my name. . . you asked me once what my real name was. Its Clarina, Clarina Nickles" i rushed out. I found my gaze was now on the floor looking at my baggy brown pants and black shoes. There once again was a pause. I braced my arm up to hold my self as the elevator shifted harshly to the side.

"I know"

". . .what?"

"i said, i already know your name"

"You know?"

"yes"

"What do you mean you know!" i spat. My blood beginning to boil up as heat rushed to my face. I felt my fists roll up the bitten nails digging into my sore palms. I just told him my name!? In the bunk that was the highest honor! The most trusted thing you could give another, it was like handing them your very own life. . . and he already knew.

"Jane told me"

"Jane told me" i spat, mimicked. My voice sounding high pinched and frustrated, turning my head from side to side added to the act of copping him, shoulders held high then dropped. I must of looked like a little bunk child cracking. I didn't care. Bruce turned his head away. I crosses my arms over my chest in attempt to not turn and land a well deserved blow to his face. One moment i felt i wanted to tell him everything, as if like a long know close friend. Then the next moment i want to claw his ears off his large head for something stupid he said! tension heated the air in the small silver metal box.

"I already knew your real name. ." he began then trailed off.

"Yes. Clearly!" i snapped. Rolling my eyes.

"But, i wanted to here you say it" he states turning back to face me. As i glared as his reflection on the reflectant surface of the elevator doors. I bit my tong, not trusting my own voice or limbs to keep silent. I secretly wanted to not ruin the sort of bond we had created, a sort of friendship.