Being the Weakness

Chapter Three

Chapter three: the white room
I wake up on something soft. Opening my eyes I see a blank white ceiling and beneath me is an equally bland white bed. I sit up slowly and feel a sharp pain in my head. Then I realize where I am. Not as much as where I am but where I'm not.
I'm in a strange room where everything is white. There is a white dresser but there aren't any windows. There is one door and I run to it hoping it's not locked as I twist on the knob. Locked. I bang on it and scream to the top of my lungs but I know it's useless.
I fall to the ground and lean against the door with my arms wrapped around my legs. What is going on? Why am I here and what is going to happen to me? So many questions pop into my head as nervously I look around the room for a way to escape. I see a white dresser up against the wall and I stand up slowly and find myself going through it to see if there is a key for the door inside.
The top drawers are empty but when I check the bottom left drawer there are a pair of white pants, a white v-neck, with white socks and shoes. All of the sudden a noise comes from outside the door and I flinch.
A deep loud voice thunders in and says "please put on the clothes in the drawer and replace them with your old clothes. Someone will come in and collect them and we can continue our discussion."
I decide to listen to the people who kidnapped me so I won't get into more trouble. As I put on the outfit I try to think of what they might wan with me but nothing comes up. My heart is racing and I can't think straight.
What feels like hours later a woman in a short black dress walks into the room. She has fiery red hair and hazel eyes against her pale white skin. Her matching black heels click against the floor with every step she takes. I sit up straight on the bed as she approaches.
"Hello, I am Amanda Cane and I will be questioning you." She says as she walks around me. "Do you know a boy named James Harper?"
I immediately snap my head in her direction at the mention of his name with a conserved look on my face. "Yes." I reply nervously. "Is he okay?" I ask thinking to myself oh my gosh he is in trouble!
"Well he is... let's just say that we are looking for him." She starts again. "Are you two close?"
"Yes, but what does that have to do with why I'm here?"
"James isn't who you think he is. You see he is a very important person in our society and he has sort of run away for reasons that only I can tell you if you tell me where he is."
I look at the floor in front of me. Why would James run away and what did he not tell me? Does he not trust me enough to tell me? I thought he loved me.
"Where is he!" She demands loudly as I jump into the air startled.
"I don't know." I say shakily.
She puts her hand to her forehead and closes her eyes. "I knew this would happen." She says softly then looks back up and says in a normal tone, "Roger prepare the session! I knew he who'll corrupt her into keeping him hidden!"
She turns to leave as I call out to her. "Wait! I really don't know where he is!"
"We'll see." She says softly as she turns the door knob.
"What do you want from me?" I ask.
"Answers and leverage." She says flatly as she exits the room.
Leverage? What does that mean? I look Back at the ceiling and wonder what is going to happen to me in "the session". But then I think of James. What didn't he tell me and why? What did James do?