Yasmine holds up her hand and winces. I push myself further into the room. I look directly at Mr. hayden , slapping a hand over her mouth, As she raises her hand up. "I'm sorry! Ow, I'll never say it again! Ow!!!" My heart pounds as I imagine what she's going through. A gasp escapes me. I almost faint when I see Mr. Hayden's face staring at me, that look of disapproval coming back to me after 2 years. I open my mouth and then close my eyes, slumping at the side of the pillar, unconscious.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The sound of a drip and a heart rate monitor force me to wake. I study the room I'm in. There is no other color than white. Everywhere. The door creaks open and a middle aged woman walks into the room clicking and clacking her heels on the porcelain floor. "Darling, you are awake, been a long time since you were caught." She sounds very unprepared but I can't blame her, I'm sorta unprepared myself! "I...want to go home." I say, almost whispering. She stares at me and shakes her head, "There's no going back." She says with such distain and contempt that I find it too true to believe. "I'm going home.." I start to sit up straight in the bed and I tug on my restraint, no power or strength left in me. The restraint gives way and I move my legs so that I'm sitting on the side of the bed. I stare longingly at the floor, My mind drifting to somewhere far away. I lift a leg and almost touch the ground when she says, "I wouldn't do that if I were you." I look at her and everything subsides in me. My eyes widen as I collide with the ground, an icy feeling too real to feel. "I warned you." She says leaning lower so she meets my eyes. "You're not going anywhere darling, better we be friends so things don't get rough." She sighs after saying that, clicking and clacking her way out of the room the same way she came in. I put an arm over my eyes and count the many times I did something wrong and Yasmine's face popping in at every point.
"Ralio! Ralio Carno! Now! Come here she's waiting!" A woman's voice yells. I would have thought it was a phone she was talking to but she said come here. I'm lying in bed with a nozzle over my mouth and nose. Too many objects on me, I feel like a toy! I rip out the drip going to my arm. It makes a gragging noise but stops funding. I jump out of the bed and feel the handle of the door. A chill runs through me and I tug the handle and it opens the door. "Freedom..." I say that a little too soon in my daze at the outside world. I hear rapid footsteps like someone running. Oh wait, someone running! I duck back into the lab and wait till the footsteps are louder. "That girl must have gone back in..." Yes! It is that woman. I feel another hand clutching the handle. That's when I strike. SLAM! I force the door into her face, no regrets later. "Oh my!" She screams before hitting the ground. I dash out of the lab, running faster than ever in only a white robe.
A smile creeps onto my face as I turn another corner, smashing into a nurse crying. The thoughtful person I am, I stop and look at her. She looks a bit older than me, like 15. "Are you a nurse?" I ask. She shakes her head. Makes sense. "What are you doing here?" I ask again. She shakes her head. Doesn't make sense. "You don't want to tell me?" I ask once more, putting a hand on her shoulder. She nods. OK. "Then why are you crying?" I stupidly ask. She looks up at me. Her green eyes twinkle in the sunlight. The exit must be behind me. "I lost control at a daycare center. I hit a baby and two kids. An elder injected me with a dosing formula." She says in between sniffles. "That had better be you!" I hear a familiar voice too faint to recognize. "I have to go...can I have your name?" I ask almost running away. "Vinnia." She says and keeps walking before she turns the corner. I watch her leave. Then I run.
The exit seems miles away. But I still reach it in time. The door doesn't budge when i push it. I twist the knob and an electric jolt runs through me. "Jiiiiiii!!!!" A trap,I've been electrified! I wriggle from the pain. as I slide lower to the ground, I scratch my arm on a nail. But this nail was a finger nail, so there's somebody behind me..and it's not Vinnia .
