I am kept in the chair for another half hour after Jet is gone. More questions are asked that I do not answer. More shocks are sent through my body that I do not react to, except to curl my toes in my shoes and bite down on my tongue to keep from screaming. After Sheila is done with me, she orders to have me taken back to my holding room. I go willingly, my body trembling from the shocks. The Wardens do not take me out of there fast enough.
I am dumped unceremoniously into the room and only when the latch on the lock slides shut do I allow myself to be overtaken by my emotions. I sink to the floor, my body shaking now. The image of Jet beaten and being dragged away is burned to the back of my eyelids. My shoes squeak on the floor as I shift around, tuck one leg underneath myself.
I know that Sheila is watching me, watching my reaction. I stare up at the camera with its blinking red light. My emotions roll through me in waves, threaten to explode out of my body in a burst of tears.
But I do not cry.
I bottle the emotions and I plan.
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General FictionI have been Numb my entire life... Elyse has lived in the Compound, a facility that houses children deemed Numb, almost her entire life and it's been mostly uneventful. But lately something is starting to cause her peers to become unstable, violent...
