Human

Migraine

I didn't know what was going on at first. I just continued to squirm until he eventually just got sick of it and picked me up. He held me in an uncomfortably tight grip.We were sat in the back of the bus and since I get carsick easily I got a migraine.
Once we arrived I had to use the restroom. I decided not to ask I felt as if that would be a bad idea so I stayed quiet.
Still I couldn't be more curious where I was going. Why I was going there. What's the point of this why are all these people being taken. At this point I didn't think I could be more confused. My head was throbbing from over thinking everything along with the bus rocking me. I didn't feel safe who would in such a situation.
The bus suddenly jolted forward. We had arrived to wherever we we're. As everyone slowly got off the bus we approached a huge building. My brain still banging against my skull so loud I was afraid others could hear it. I stumbled over my feet a couple times before we went inside. I looked up and all I could see were stairs for what looked like miles. I glanced at the man next to me the one who brought me here. His ice blue eyes enough to send chills down my spine. I looked away. My mothere always told me it was impolite to stare.
A man in a uniform walked down the stairs his arms crossed behind his back. He looked at all of us individually. I looked down as soon as his eyes flickered towards me.
"Look at me!" He said. My eyes darted up to meet his.
"You all will be fine. There's no need to panic we are only here to help you." He says. 'Sure I believe that.' I thought rolling my eyes little did I know he looked at me as I rolled my eyes. Next thing I knew his hand tightly gripped my chin and the sides of my face. "You shouldn't roll your eyes didn't your mother ever teach you manners?" He spat at me. I quickly nodded my head and he let go of my jaw. My migraine now only getting worse. I wanted so badly to touch my face to relieve some of the pain but I knew I shouldn't do that.
Some thing told me that these people weren't good people. As we walked up the stairs I looked at the pictures hanging up on the walls. Pictures of models and actors. Perfect people. I didn't understand why but I decided to roll with it. By the time we reached the final step I felt as if the whole journey had been a mistake. Even if I didn't have a choice. They sat us each down in a chair. It felt so good to sit. The chairs where comfortable like salon chairs but im not complaining. The man whom gripped my face downstairs was now standing in front of us. He cleared his throat loudly. "As most of you probably don't know your here so we can turn you into perfect humans. We believe everyone should be equal. Models to normal everyday people and actors as well. At our company everyone should be beautiful." He said smiling. 'So it's pretty much plastic surgery for poor people. Perfect.' I thought. Im not going to enjoy this.