White Walls

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What did they mean? Isn't killing someone wrong? 

 The constant echo of silence filled her ears. It was possible that the answer was hidden by death itself, but she continued her curious thought. The sound of paper being gripped and released sliced the stillness for no longer than a second, it would be regained quickly, as if mocking the short noise's attempt to damage it. 

If dying were to lead to another life anyway, why is it universally feared by mankind?

The pale walls merged with her simple white clothes,  but contrasted her dark, braided hair. The ambiance remained calm and still unlike the boisterous battle in her mind. At first glance, the eye could not tell where the walls began or ended. Nothing but a plain bed and bookshelf spoke of consideration or hospitality. 

Death seems unnatural; but it takes a natural role. It is not desired; but it is necessary. It is natural to fear the unknown; but people claim to know what happens after death. 

Her eyebrows furrowed as she massaged her scalp in an attempt to calm her busy mind. Her brown-green eyes unconsciously drifted away from her book and stared into the white, mocking masses, in hopes of recovering answers from them, her mind or anything for that matter. Lorna couldn't remember a time where she woke up and wasn't caged  between the stationary, unfeeling barriers. It was illogical to her. 

Unnatural, but natural. Undesired, but necessary. Unknown, but known. Itself, but its opposite.

A contradiction, she thought. It went against several things she had been taught, had learned and had observed. Lorna hugged her knees and allowed them to meet her chest. She couldn't understand. She shook her head and thought again; she could understand, but didn't presently. She fit the book back into place on her bookshelf. Lorna didn't lack the knowledge or the capability to understand, maybe what she lacked was the application. After all, she sought to apply logical reasoning to something as irrational as emotions. She sat trying to solve a problem with the wrong variables. Lorna wouldn't be able to solve the problem unless she was released from this cage, but she hadn't known when or even if that would ever happen.

A shrill but short-lived tone yanked Lorna out of her self made mental maze.

"030600." Another entity entered the room, clothed in what she presumed and eventually learnt was 'safety equipment.' Despite that they knew it did little to protect them in the past and she has previously said she wouldn't be unnecessarily malignant.

"It is time for your training period."