The Words on the Walls

V

The guard walked me back to my room. He kept trying to meet my eyes. I kept looking away. I was still trying to make sense of recent events.

"How-How was your reading?" He asked in the fake stutter. He was referring to the note. To the cameras he was referring to my journal. I felt the journal that was still tucked under my shirt. I wondered what it contained, since it apparently wasn't mine.

"Fine." I wasn't sure whether I should really trust him. After what I read. But I felt that I trusted him with my everything. I'm not sure why. I decided to let him know that I had read his note. "I read everything in the journal." That sounded weird, I decided. Unnatural. "Again." I grumbled. I would play the protest-about-repetitiveness card.

"G-good." We reached my room. Cell. Enclosure. Current place of residence.

He slipped a vibralarm into my hand while we were standing in the cameras blind spot. In the doorway. I don't have any memories of using vibralarms. But I assume that I did at one point. Before the incident.

He closed the door. He stationed himself outside of my room. He would stand there until my next prescheduled activity, which was breakfast. I figured I had about twenty minutes. Then the guard would open the door and escort me to the Institute's cafeteria. Twenty minutes to hide the journal that was currently under my shirt.

I laid on my bed and pretended to curl up into a nap under the quilt. I pretended to fall into a fitfull sleep. I tossed and turned. I removed the journal. I rested it under me. I would slip the journal in my pillow later. When the lights were out at night. I pretended to finish the nap. Waiting for my breakfast time.

My breakfast time was later than most residents. Because of my security type. High. Top-priority. Must be watched under a careful eye. Apparently, I was dangerous. To the other residents. Most of my activities that would normally take place with other people are scheduled at a different time. So I am not around the other residents much. The guards are pretty much the only people I am allowed to have scheduled time with. But I am supposed to engage in minimal conversation with them. I am supposed to do nothing but follow them. And let my life be run for me. Obey them.

It is a type of solitary confinement. Except not completely. I have a good record. I haven't 'tried anything'. So they have no excuse for putting me in true solitary confinement. Which, here, isn't horrific. You get to stay in a room and everything. A new room. With a bathroom and slots in the walls for the workers to deliver food. Depending on your situation and security type, you might get a sketchpad and pencils or a deck of cards. They don't want you going insane from boredom. Although, usually the residents recieving that kind of treatment are already insane from some other reason.

Solitary confinement here is easy to live through for most people. With my condition, I would probably end up with a card matching memory game. What I wouldn't get, under any circumstances, is a sketchpad. Nor pencils. Because my record isn't that good.

The guard opened the door. I got out of bed after a while and looked straight at him. Like usual, he stayed outside of the room and held the door wide open with him arm. We made eye contact. I stared coldly back at his dark brown eyes. They were almost black. Also, like usual, he waited for me to speak first.

"Breakfast I assume." He nooded. I sighed and followed him out the door.

I really do hate repetitiveness. One of the few things I actually dedicate time to hate.

As I followed the guard to the cafeteria I thought about the note in my journal. From him. Passages in the fake handwriting, intended to be mine, kept running through my head.

While I was gone....

Probably hate me for leaving....

Shouldn't waste my time hoping....

You'd laugh anyway....

And then,

Tonight. Midnight. Be ready. Keep the lights in your room off.

Who the heck is this guy? Why does he think he knows me? Why does he think I know him?

He's probably just a reformed resident. They often hire reformed ones for the guard position because they have had firsthand experience. Obviously, though, he's not completely reformed.

The dark brown eyes staring into mine brought my thoughts to a halt. I forced my expression to become stony. I wanted him to know that I didn't completely trust him yet. Even though I felt like I did trust him. For some reason.

We were sitting across from each other in the empty cafeteria. A plate of food was sitting in front of me. I must have seated and the guard gotten my food while I was in a deep-thought trance.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked. Then he smiled at me.

I was shocked. Didn't he know that our every word and every action in the cafeteria was being recorded?! He noticed my incredulous expression.

"I disabled the cameras for about five minutes. They'll come running in here sooner than that though. As soon as they realize that you, sweetie, are only being observed by one pair of eyes, they'll want to investigate. Immediately. So I guess I better get talking, huh?" His smile was.... beautiful.

I then realized that he hadn't stuttered at all. I realized this before digesting what he had actually said.

Did he just call me sweetie? And why did his eyebrows raise flirtatiously when he mentioned that he was the only one watching me? And most importantly, he disabled the cameras?! He was beginning to aggravate me. Not to mention confuse me.

"So. Set the vibralarm for five until 12. I'll disable the cameras. And I'll set a false trail of disabled cameras. They'll have no idea where we are. And hopefully, they won't notice that we are even gone. And bring the journal we switched out earlier." He talked rapidly. Almost faster than me. And he continued to smile.

"I don't what you're talking about." I stated coldly, leaning aggressively toward his face. It was true. Well, mostly. I knew that he wanted to meet me somewhere. In an unrecorded room. And what I was supposed to do to meet him.

But I didn't know why he wanted to meet me. I didn't know for what reson he wanted to meet me. I didn't know why he knew so much about this place and about me. I didn't know why he was on the verge of flirting with me. I didn't know why I trusted him so much.

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A/N or afterword or whatever it's called.

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This was originally going to be a lot longer of an update, but I think that this will do. Also, I may or may not be starting to set deadlines for myself.

And I promise to get the first part of Invasion from Within up soon. AND I have a story that I already finished that is not currently posted ready to be posted in sections. I'll keep you up to date on that. Hopefully.

Long day today! (and we won third in state for the state spell bowl competition. but they messed up and gave us gold medals instead. it was pretty funny. :))

-ae/anne/sa/whatever

havent seriously proofread this. sorry. *wince*