NAMELESS

DAY TEN

The sound of my door opening wakes me up. The first woman enters my room with my chair.

"Good morning!" She smiles.

She places my chair in the corner of my room.

"They are so pleased with your progress that they said you could keep this in your room now." She says.

She leaves.

Who are 'they'? Why do 'they' get to decide what goes in my room? What are 'they' even rewarding me for?

I look at my rewards. These rewards don't even seem that great. What kind of reward would I prefer? I don't even know, but there must be something better than this.

I look at my chair. The doctor said it brings me back to my room when I lose consciousness. I want to walk, but I'm afraid. I'd don't want to be stuck out there if I pass out. And walking makes me so tired. It's here to help me. I should just use it.

I stand. I walk to my chair. I think I'll go to the room with the tables today.

The first man greets me with a smile as I enter the room. He ushers me to my place.

I look at my companions. Something's not right. The man with the orange hair is not here. His place has been taken by a man with blonde hair and brown eyes.

I turn to the first man. He's gone too! Where did he go? I look back at the table, I survey the room. The man with the brown eyes is in his usual place. I turn back to where the first man should be.

"Is everything alright?" He asks.

He's back! What is going on? Where did he go?

I point to the blonde man who now occupies the red haired man's spot at the table.

"Him? Ah yes, he's a lovely man. You two will make excellent friends."

What a strange thing to say! How can you be friends with someone you can't communicate with?

He's not understanding me. I shake my head and point again.

"Oh! The other guy!" Now he gets it. "He got promoted! Yes, he's a very lucky man!"

How odd. I didn't know it was possible to be promoted in a place like this.

I return to my place. I choose green.

I examine the image. It is the same image it has always been. Did I ever know what this is? Am I supposed to know? The man with the brown eyes seemed to know.

The man with the brown eyes.

I look up. My heart starts thumping. There he is! Back against the wall where he belongs! He is watching me, as always. I am sure I must be grinning. He grins back.

I want to go to him!

I back my chair out. I push towards him. My path is blocked! So many people! All just sitting here colouring tables! Why must they always be in my way? Why can't they do something useful!

Useful. What an interesting thought! What is useful? What could be more useful than this? I really don't know.

I can walk a little. And my chair is right here.

I'll walk to him.

I stand. I take a few steps.

His brown eyes widen. He looks concerned.

I try to smile my reassurance. I'm fine.

I slowly weave my way through the people. I feel the crackling, stinging sensation whenever I step too close to someone.