CHAPTER TWO

11 0 0
                                    

∆2∆

°°°°°°°°°
I Wasn't Born To Be Soft And Quiet; I Was Born To Make The World Shatter And Shake At My Fingertips.

~Alpha

°°°°°°°°°

  I kept banging on the doors until they sedated me and even then I put up a fight. I didn't want to go to Harden after hearing all the stories from kids that wound up going insane and paranoid after getting out. The stories were never straight so I don't know what actually happened, if anything happened but I don't want to take any chances.

We must have gone about a hundred miles before we stopped a few hours away from our community. There was a building across the street that seemed to be empty besides the few cars in the parking lot. There was fencing around the property keeping us in I assume. The van in front of us was emptied of all kids first before they moved onto us next. They slid the doors open and got us out forcefully, one by one.

I was the last to be pulled out of the van by what seemed to be the biggest guy of them all. There has to be a compliment in there somewhere. He smiled sickly at me as he pulled me out. I thrashed against him as he chuckled.

"I have a feeling she's going to be a problem." He said as he jerked me back making the other scrub wearers laugh.

I didn't understand the joke.

I spit in his face. "Screw you!" I screamed.

"Yeah, a big problem." He confirmed and pushed me forward past the gates and into the big brick building.

As we passes the threshold we were lined up side by side, still bound by our wrists. A lot of them looked at Zack and I for comfort or confirmation that everything was going to be okay. I stared straight ahead, feeling their eyes on me. A tall man in his late forties stepped infront of us in the lobby. He had on a white lab coat with a light brown shirt underneath and kahakies with loafers.

I stared straight ahead as he walked in front of all of us to inspect us I assume. I never looked him in the eye. He lingered in front of me for a moment too long before speaking and standing in front of us all once again.

"Welcome. My name is Dr. Marks. I run this institution and will be helping to heal you from this chemical imbalance. I have rules as long as you stay here. Rule one: Be respectful of me and my staff. Rule Two: do not put yourself or others in harm way. Rule Three:  Follow directions. Rule five: Never disobey me." He paused and looked at all of us. "The nurses with strip search you for any contraband and will take your electronic devices before escorting you to your room. We will start getting you aclamated tomorrow. Now, have a good evening." He finished and walked away, down the corridor.

The brooding "nurse" who walked me inside, pushed me towards a door down the hall. Inside was almost completely empty besides the shower and curtains. Towels hung by rungs on the wall.

"Strip." He said with an impassive facial expression.

"Excuse me?"

"Take off your cloths and get in the shower." He said firmir.

"With you in here?" I asked feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

"Is that a problem?" He asked.

"Uh, yeah. I don't feel comfortable with you watching me get naked." he sighed.

"Fine. I'll find a female nurse." He said before storming out the door.

I waited for the door to open before I started undressing because my wrists were still bound. A blonde women walked through the door with her hair up in a bun and a warm smile dazed on her face.

"Hello. And you are?" She asked.

"Tally." I said.

"Well Tally, I am nurse Morse but you can call me Megan. If you don't mind, I have to have you strip so that I can make sure you have nothing that can hurt yourself or others. Understand?" She explained.

I nodded. "Yes ma'am." I huffed.

I didn't like this and I didn't feel safe here with all these people I didn't know. I had jewelry on, nothing much but still some trinkets that I valued.

"What about my bracelets and rings?" I asked.

She looked at me and racked her brain. All I had was a few leather and colored cloth bracelets on each hand along with a few rings made of white gold and black. I didn't own any necklaces because my mother didn't approve of me having them. She said it's too risky and tempting to the imbalanced side of my brain to do something stupid. I guess I couldn't blame her for being cautious about everything after we lost dad and Bobby, my older brother Whe was only seventeen at the time.

  In the end she let me keep my bracelets and rings. She said as long as I was responsible with them then it should be fine. The big nurse guy took me to my shared room with whoever my room mate would be. Apperantly they were okay with mixing genders. Boys and girls could stay in one room together which I didn't quite understand. If I had a guy in my room and he thought it would be okay to slip into my bed one night, who'd stop him? I didn't feel comfortable with anything here and even less comfortable in my living space. our beds were opposite each other with desks beside them and bedside lamps on top.

It looked plain with its white walls and light blue linoleum floors. It was already driving me insane with every passing second. After I was done getting situated with the little cloths they provided and towels, they escorded me down the hall to a community room filled with kids my age and a little older, spanned out around the room. Where were the younger kids?

"Thalia!" I heard someone yell.

I automatically turned to the side and found Zack standing only to run to me and pull me in for a hug.

"I was so worried about you." he admitted.

"I'm okay Zachary, really. Where's everyone else?" I asked, referring to the younger kids.

"I don't know Tally. There's something wrong here, I can feel it. Ive been in here for a good twenty minutes and you're the only one who passed through that door." He said motioning his chin towards the door.

"No one else is in here?" I asked.

"No, and there is fifteen of us so where is everyone else?" He asked no one in particular.

"Thats a good question Zack..."

A very good question.

Being Played With Killer GamesWhere stories live. Discover now