Facility 778

A Doctor's Visit: Part 2

Mary's P. O. V
I wasn't allowed back with my peers after the Vying, I wouldn't let myself back either. I was placed in isolation, in a curved white room with a door that seemed to disappear into the wall, left only with my thumbs to twiddle. I was in there for maybe hours, maybe minutes, I couldn't tell. Until the disappearing door reopened, a detached voice told me to exit slowly, I obliged. I was greeted with restraints around my arms, binding them to my sides.
I was escorted to a room that was very different from any one I had seen. It was almost comforting, but the unfamiliarity was daunting. The room was carpeted with a deep red color on the walls, a mahogany desk was the center piece of the room with a velvet sofa facing it. Around the room there small trinkets set on tables and pedestals. I was sat on the sofa and told to wait, so I did.
I entertained myself by looking around at the various artifacts and giving them their own back stories and why the occupant of this room would ever want them here. There was a beautiful glass vase, that had delicately painted feathers which had the up most detail. I imagined they got it from an estate sale, or an antique store, maybe it remained them of the feathers in the hat their grandmother used to wear to Sunday church. The thought made me smile to myself.
Eventually I heard the door slide open and a familiar voice talking to someone behind him, "It's fine I can handle her by myself," He sounded annoyed with whoever was on the other side of the door.
I heard the door slide closed and lock. The sofa shifted as the man sat next to me, I looked to my side to see Dr. Montesinos, staring at the wall past the desk, not at me. Eventually he turned to me, "That doesn't look very comfortable," he stated, referencing the restrains. He proceeded to remove them and throw them into one of the drawers of the desk. He sat behind it in a red leather swivel chair, he placed his elbows on the top of the desk and looked at me intensely. He was ready to work.
"Now before we start, do you have any questions?" He asked me, but it seemed so distant, like he had never spoken to me before.
"Um, yes, where are we?"
"My personal office, anything else?"
"No."
Dr. Montesinos proceeded to open a drawer and pull out a recording device, one that I had seen before. Then the questions started tumbling from his mouth. They started simply like 'how was your day?' 'Has anything been in pain recently?' Things like that. We both knew he was avoiding the obvious questions. Then, finally, after waiting for maybe ten minutes, filling all of them with useless questions he asked me, "What happened today?" I had been waiting for this question, preparing the answer in my head and the exact words I would say, but once the question came, I had no idea. "I have no idea,"
He looked at me like I should know, like I was some sort of outsider who should know more. I knew less than he did about what I could do.
"What were you thinking when you almost killed that man?"
"I don't know, I was scared and needed to protect myself."
"You know just as well as I do that most Subjects make it out of the Vying alive."
"Exactly, most. I didn't know what would happen, I was scared."
"You can't afford to be scared, Mary."
"Wha-why?" I was getting frustrated. He was treating me like an experiment who had variables that needed to be controlled. The person I saw before me wasn't the person I knew.
"Because, Mary, your abilities are growing more potent at an alarmingly fast rate and it needs to be controlled. You can't afford to be overly emotional," Dr. Montesinos scolded.
I could feel myself boiling. Was he telling me to stop feeling emotions? To stop being human? To just turn it off?
"I can't just turn it off," I felt my voice shake, it felt like I was choking on the air I was breathing. I felt utterly betrayed like the only person I could trust anymore was gone, but still here.
He was trying to defend himself, to explain that wasn't what he meant, but I wasn't listening. Everything started blurring together as I simply stared at him. Then a crash, the sound of breaking glass resonated through my ears. I saw blood and a broken glass vase and the man before me slumped over on the ground. It took me a moment to realize what had happened and realize that I had done it. I ran to his side and saw the damage.
I was going to call for help but I saw an opportunity. I noticed the I.D card strung around the man's neck. Carefully, I removed it, making sure not to get any blood on myself. On the other side of the room I pressed my ear to the door, listening for the familiar mechanical clank of the Official boots as they marched. I heard nothing. I looped the lanyard around my neck and tucked the card in my shirt. I slowly turned the knob, opened the door and crept out, making sure to shut and lock the door ,with the keycard, behind me.