A Risk I'm Willing to Take

Seven

The first thing I noticed was how monochromatic it was inside. Everything was the same shade of pale gray. The concrete walls were slightly textured with little bumps and cracks. They were painted a light heather gray.

The next thing I notice was that even the interior walls were concrete. The hallway leading off to the left had a concrete wall and so did the hallway in front of me.

My stomach was starting to sink ever so slightly. What kind of bunker was I in?

Gingerly I started walking down the hall in front of me. I could tell there was a room in front of me.

As I got closer I realized there was two rows of cells at the back of the room.

My heart began to race a little.

"Please no demonic possessions. Please no homicidal aliens." I whispered under my breath as I pulled out my camera.

As soon as I entered the room I stood and took a picture of what I was seeing.

To my left there were shelving units with boxes on them. All of the boxes were that weird office faux wood print. The brown was a stark comparison to all of the gray around me.

I walked about two feet towards the cells when my head began to hurt. I held my forehead as I tried to steady myself.

"I know one of you is reading my mind, I've seen X-files." I called out into the quiet room.

The feeling went away and I continued towards the first cell.

I peeked in the glass window to see a small girl sitting on a narrow bed. I'd seen beds like this before. Stiff and wrapped in a rough white cotton sheet. Hospital grade and not very comforting.

I shuddered at my own memories of being a science experiment. I got to go home, though, after a few months. Who knows how long she's been in here.

"Are you the one who was reading my mind?" I said into the slits in the Plexiglas window.

The girl turned her head to look at me. She nodded slowly.

I glanced down and noticed she had a file attached to her door. I lifted it to get a closer look.

It said she was eight and had mind reading powers. She had been here since she was two months old.

It also detailed who the doctor in charge of her case was. There was information on the experiments he put her through but I didn't want to know what they had done to these kids. Not yet at least.

I took a quick picture of the front page of her file.

I looked back up and saw she had stood and was a few feet from the door.

"Who are you?" She asked, leaning towards me.

"I'm here for the raid."

The girl tilted her head and scrunched her brow slightly.

"A bunch of people are on the base to expose the government. I could break you out as long as you promise to not kill me."

"I don't plan on killing you. Not that I could anyway." She giggled.

"Do you have a name?" I asked as I pulled the bobby pins back out of my pocket.

She shook her head. Her brown curls bounced back and forth.

I quickly picked the padlock.

"Would you like a name?" My hand paused on the handle.

She nodded.