Collide

"Boside. Boside Hansen."

Chapter 2:
The car had stopped then the car door on my right flew open. The soldiers got out and grabbed my arm. He held me in his firm grip then pulled me out. I fought them but the were too strong. I was weak from crying. I stood by the car. I sniffed back the tears. And I could feel my tear stained cheeks and my puffy eyes throbbing. But that didn't stop me from looking tuff. I wasn't gonna let 'um bully me. Then they started to walk me into a building.
"I can walk on my own! Thank you very much!" I squirmed from the soldiers but they didn't let me go. They just proceed forcing me into the building. They walked at a fast pace.

When we were inside they dragged me to one man with a dozen or soldiers around him.
"General Marshal. Annalyn Kopperton as you asked." He looked at the soldiers then stared at me. I crinkled my nose, glared at him, and pulled my lips. He turned back to the soldier who had spoken. As he spoke he turned to the other solider.
"You know your orders boys."
The soldiers who held me let go of me and 2 new soldiers took a hold of me. The 2 new soldiers started to pull me over to a stair case.
"Wait let me go!" I resisted them pulling me forward. I kept squirming, but it was no use. Then I tried something that I remembered when my friend had shown it to me.
I "dropped my weight" if that's what to call it. I basically let myself fall to the floor.
I watched as both soldiers stumbled backwards and their arms dropped down to match where I was. I just picked me up and kept walking as if nothing happened.
I kicked and squirmed all over again and still they kept walking. I dropped to the ground again. They didn't pick me up this time, they just started to drag me.
We reached a door and a soldier flung it open. I put my legs on either side of the door frame. They kept pulling just as I kept resisting. A soldier came over and kicked my foot causing it to fall to the inside of the door frame and then the other foot, then I felt one of them kick me in the back. I fell forward and the soldiers pulled me as to lessen the blow as I fell on my wrists. I am sure I heard something pop. The soldiers pulled me up and continued down the stairs into a hallway the down another set of stairs. We turned and there was a another long hallway except this one was different. This one had jail cells.
They walked me down the hallway. As we walked I saw something, someone. I squirmed a little but the soldiers held tight.
"Let me go!" I yelled. This turned the figures attention to me.
They opened the cell and threw me in it.
I turned around and kicked on of the soldiers in the groin which made him drop. The other standing soldier slammed the door closed.
I grunted. "Huuuuhhh!" I yelled. I stood there by the door. My feet were more than shoulder width apart my legs were straight and I was leaning more on my left foot. My hands were clenched in fists, my arms straight at my sides and my shoulders raised. My face was stern. My lips were pushed together my eyes were glaring at the shoulders as they walked away and until they left.
"Uh! Owww!" I clenched my right wrist.
I turned to the room. I looked over at the one singular pillow, blanket, thin sheets, and toilet.
"Nice." I rolled my eyes and gave a half smirk. "I swear when I get my hands on them." I mumbled under my breath.
"Oh you will be fine." I heard an unfamiliar voice say.
I turned around and remembered the boy sitting there.
"An' who are you supposed to be Mr. High and Mighty?"
He had one hand on his chest and the other stuck out to the side and pretended to bow.
"Boside. Boside Hansen at your service." The anger in reached the point where I couldn't hold it in.
I hated when people treated me like I was a lady or fragile or expected me to be that.
"Well Boside!...I don't know why you're here but I don't intend to stay!" I said sternly to the boy.
"Probably the same reason you're here." He said casually. He looked over at me and our eyes meet for a brief moment. I never noticed his blue gray eyes which reflected A picture of a blue lake on a foggy night in my mind.
Somehow I knew he understood. I breathed in and sat down.
"Why do ya say that?" I asked calmly
"You are not the only one here in this hallway of cells. We acted very similar in ways you don't even realize."
I also noticed he spoke very different from me. Very...sophisticated. As well he wasn't angry which made me think of question.
"How long have you been down here?"
He breathed in and this was the first time I saw him become nervous.
He looked at me I gave him a look of l asked you a question you are you gonna answer.
"Three months." He breathed out
"Three months?!" I yelled as I rose to my feet
"Three months."
"How dare they! They think they can keep us here like prisoners." I banged my hands against the bars. I was so mad I didn't even feel the pain. Many things were running through my head.
"It's nice to have someone else down here."
"Excuse me! You mean 'it's nice to have someone else suffer' with you."
"Oh come on freckles don't twist my words."
I glared at him at touched the freckles on my face.
"It's not 'twisting' if it's what you meant."
"Freckles that is not what I meant and you know it." If he couldn't twist his words he could twist the way the sound. He could make you feel guilty for something you didn't even do just by opening his mouth.
I stood there for a while without words.

"Sure." I said mockingly.
  "No I meant it. Someone as beautiful as you shouldn't have to suffer." I shot a glare expecting to see that he was being sarcastic but he wasn't I took a breath, straightened my shoulders, and relaxed a bit.
"Thank you but that still doesn't change what you meant."
"Trust me I do not want you to suffer. I think I have suffered enough for the both of our lifetimes." I barely heard that last sentence because he was mumbling.
I wrapped my arms around my stomach and breathed out. Then I turned to
Completely face him.
"Why are you being so nice?"
He stood up and looked down at the floor.
"Because I acted that same way. I was angry...well rightfully so. They had dragged me out of my own house. They restrained my mother as they made her watch as they held my 5 year old audited above the ground as she cried, kicked, and flailed. Before they came I was playing with her. They rang the doorbell so I picked her up and set her on my hip. I answered the door and they asked if I was Boside Hansen. I told them that I was him and they took over. Soldiers fludded my home. I watched as my sister screamed for them to put her down. She has some mental problems. She doesn't trust people. Them doing that freaked her out. She was scared to death and I knew that by taking one look in her eyes. I tried to struggle free for her I just wanted to hold her and tell her she was going to be ok.  But the men who were restraining me thought I was putting up too much of a fight and knocked me out."
He looked up then back down again and his hair fell in front of his face.
I stumbled backwards with my hand over my mouth. And felt a tear hit my hand. I could hear the sound of the wall echoing in the long hall as I thought what if his sister was Daniel.
"I am so sorry. That's awful." I said
"If you have a right to be mad at them I am paddling in the same row boat."
He fell silent after that and I couldn't blame him.
"What's your sisters name?"
"Jenna Rose."

We didn't speak for a while and I didn't blame him. I can't imagine seeing that happen to Daniel knowing that it scared him, but then holding him above the ground while he's kicking and screaming. It was unbearable. Daniel is one of my only hopes for this life.
I sat with my arms around my knees and my head down.
"What about you?" He said. I lifted my head.
"What?" I replied
"What's your story?"
"Me." I paused "My story?"