The Diaries of The Secret Keeper

Part 1: Chapter 7

It was a grey stone room, 23 stones high and 23 across, it formed the perfect cube. The stones bore marks of years worth of abuse, the floor was in similar condition, scratch marks and dents.

Crazy started to set in, the setting  was too familiar to my old cell. I fidgeted and shifted trying to focus on now. The air was cool, at 18 degrees Celsius, there were 127 scratches in the stones, 37 holes, 4 spider webs, 2 cameras, 6 microphones, 3 chairs, 1 table. The table had 4 legs, 16 bolts, 143 scratches. I searched desperately for something to count, something to focus on rather then getting lost in the sea of silence.

10 minutes and 34 seconds passed and no one came. They took me straight from the medical ward to this room as soon as Dr. Amanda gave them permission, they secured me and left. My arms were shackled to a black box that was bolted to the table in similar fashion to the first night after my escape from prison, at least this time there was a longer chain so I had a bit more freedom in my movement.

I couldn't think like this, my mind was muddled. Gray was all I saw, years worth of gray. All these new memories all these new people, I didn't know how to sort it out. How to stack them into neat little books and filter them into the library in my head, instead they laid scattered on the floor of my brain creating a mess I couldn't deal with. I didn't want this, I kept on thinking of their pain over and over again. I wanted my cell, I wanted to go back before I felt their pain.

I tugged at my wrists, but the box was secure I couldn't unclasp it. So I stood, dragging the table with me to the corner of the room. I sat in the corner with my knees to my chest and the table flipped as I pulled my arms towards me, creating a loud crash that would inevitably grab their attention. I was sure I was being monitored but at the moment I couldn't bring myself to care. As I moved myself into the corner, I closed my eyes. If I shut them tight enough I could almost imagine I was in my cell, safe from people. I shuffled my hands so I could run my fingers over the bandages behind my ears, feeling the softness of them helped me focus on where I was.

Footsteps approached the door, and I sighed in despair and relief. Two sets, both steel toed boots. They stopped in front of the door whispering to each other.

Finally they entered, I let out a small sigh of relief.

It was a woman mid-thirties with dark brown eyes and black hair, years of stress leaving wrinkles on her face. She was dressed in black slacks and a formal button up, her sleeves rolled up to show off the various tattoos on her arms. With her was one of the twins, presumably the one I took a look inside his head as he didn't look happy to see me, he glared at the top of my head and refused to look me in the eyes. He was wearing a long sleeved dark blue tshirt with black pants, his arms were rippled with lean muscle. The edges of multiple tattoos sticking out from the seam of his shirt.

I shifted in effort to relax my posture and appear casual. I knew it was hopeless I was cowered in a corner with only the flipped table acting as a barrier between us. It occurred to me I didn't know why they wanted me, what if they wanted to touch me again? I knew it was unpleasant for the twin but what if it did something? I wasn't ready for more memories. I couldn't deal with the ones I already had. I tried to curl into myself further and the twin looked at me in confusion. The woman that was with him seemed to understand my fears as she elbowed the twin. They both pulled out gloves and slipped them on. I uncurled from my ball slightly.

"We're not going to hurt you," She said firmly, as she crouched down in front of me, her view slightly blocked by the table "We just want to talk, can we do that?"
Well sitting in silence wasn't exactly an option, so I nodded uncrossing my knees. The woman nodded at the twin. "Get the table up"

The twin approached the table, locking eyes with me, a tiny curl in his eyebrows as if to say You ready? I nodded in response to the silent question and began to stand up. He fixed the table as I stood and dragged it back to it's spot with me trailing behind it.