Watch me

Chapter 5

When I awake once more, I'm in a rock hard bed and still blindfolded.

"Go get the smelling salts, we are coming in for questioning." The same elegant woman's voice commands. She questions someone, "Are you sure you want to do this after she kicked you?"

"I'm sure." There is a pause as if the man's voice is considering something, he then confirms, "I need to talk to her!" Feet click-clack louder and louder on the floor. I start to make my move, when I realize my hands are still cuffed. I loop my hands under my feet and punch the person in front of me hard in the face. Pinning the guy down, I take his weapon, which was easily located on his waist, and I point it at myself.

I guess where the muscular guy's face is and command, voice never wavering, but my heart pounding like crazy, "Take the blindfold off or I'll shoot! I must be important, or I wouldn't be here!" Somehow I keep a firm tone the whole time, even if a million questions are racing through my mind at the moment. I also add to the man, "First take off my cuffs..."

I unpin one of the guy's arms, the handcuffs clang to the ground, and his large arms softly untie the blindfold and it smoothly slides off. Green eyes reflect into my brown eyes, his nose speckled with freckles... Only he's older! Will is older! I haven't seen him in ages, but there's no way I that I would've forgotten his face. Shocked, I knee him in the groin a couple times, stand up, and sprint out of the room. I search through the hallways for somewhere to be alone and not have security cameras watch me run helplessly. I finally find a girl's bathroom, crawling under the sink and crying, I stay there for what feels like hours.

Why is Will here? Why is he so much older? Am I in the future? Have I done something bad? When can I go home? Does my family know about this?

The slam of the bathroom door breaks me out of my trance. He comes in, the older Will, having a wheely cart beside him, he glances upward and then looks to nowhere in particular saying, "I forgive you for kicking me four times," I didn't realize he was keeping track.

Will slides against the wall down to my level and quirks an odd smile at me. The only catch is that I know he is somehow going to get me out from under the sink, even if it is the last thing I want to do.

"Tell me..." I murmur so softly I can barely hear myself.

"You don't want to know."

"I have to." My head shlumps to the side of the concrete wall. Every brain cell that ever is and was are screaming at me to change my mind, to not know.

"You can-"

I cut him off, " I will. Now..." I pause forcing the words out onto my tongue and letting them move, "Tell me." I demand inquisitively.

"You, your older self I mean, blew up three places. One the house of the Living,NASA's HQ, and..." He winces, " The White House."

It takes me a moment to register the words, "What's the house of the Living?"

Biting his lip he responds, "Its a free retirement home, made for every old person once they reach eighty. It is- I mean was mandatory for all elderly people to live there." I stare at him in horror of what he knows I will do, but he stays next to me.

"W-w-why?" I blubber.

"No!" He whisper it so firmly and softly as if his heart is telling him one thing and his mind telling the other.

"Yes," trying to convince him.

"Maybe."

"No."

"Yes?"

"Yes!"

"Fine, but it's..." He stops looking at me, "you shouldn-..." My glare halts his words and makes him reevaluate. " Well, your father was president and your mother first lady, Olivia designed and worked at the house of the living, and Liam, he was the head Chief of NASA or if you really want to say, he owned it all."

Silence.

Nothing

but

silence.

Tears welled up greatly in my eyes. Once I start, I can not stop. I accept the warm embrace from Will, I do not have the effort to push away from Will. By the time I DO stop, Will's shirt is soaked with tears. Why would I kill my own family? Why would I ever do something this bad? Waterfalls flood down my face again and again. Once again I manage to croak out, "Why?". My eyes travel to Will's face and I notice his cheeks are tear-streaked too.

His eyes beg for me not to force him to explain. I stare deeply into his eyes. My glumness growing by the minute, it feels like hours could have gone by and we would have not noticed. "Okay... You found out you were adopted. After that the older you went kinda crazy."

Shaking my head over and over not wanting to believe it. I lean my head onto Will's already drenched shoulder and sob again. After my swarms of tears turn into sniffles, Will gets the nerve to talk.

"This is a body shell," Will states, holding up a small disk about an inch thick and an inch in diameter. "It will connect to your nervous system and make you freeze. If you try to resist it will shock you, and it is controlled by a remote. I am going to put it on you now, but I won't turn it on. Just be ready for it tomorrow, because you are going to be questioned."

There is a sharp prick as the cool metal disc is punctured into my neck and my whole body snaps me straight into being stiff as a board. I hit my head hard against the tile and blink stars out of my eyes. "Sorry."

"What was that for?!"

"I said sorry, I just forgot to turn the lock off. I'm sorry" My body unlocks at the push of a button.

When I hit my head, I guess it slapped me back to the reality of everything. "I didn't do it!" I firmly state. "I could not have killed them, I would not have." I deny firmly.

"I am so sorry. I didn't want to tell you this, I really didn't. It's true though... you really did." Will pulls out a glass tablet, or whatever it is and pulls open an image of the White House exploding with something that looked like fireworks and a LOT of color. Now I understand what he meant when he said crazy.

Why am I here right now? If they were going to kill me the should have done it already, I'm a menace. Yet again tears disperse into Will's shirt fabric. Will hefts me up and carries me princess style, but I look unconscious to every military man I pass. For some reason all the men are afraid of me and have a newfound respect for Will.

My eyelids grow heavy, and I am gently laid down on a soft, plush bed, almost sinking completely into it. Someone, probably Will, covers me with a blanket. Stars envelope in my mind and I am whisked away into a fabulous dream.