Surviving my Scholarship

Incredible Hulk

        Bored. Straight up boredom. I understand leaving me here for a bit but this was ridiculous. There was nothing to look at in the small white room. Four white walls were void of any marks or dents at all. I didn't dare touch the restraints that hung behind me. I had no idea what they had been used for in the past. I swear I have been here a week.

                I glanced down at the puddle on the table. It was a combination of tears and drool. I hadn't fallen asleep per say, more like I zoned out of the world. I had lain my head down on the table and stared off at the distance. I turned my head to the side trying to make a picture out of the thing, but nothing came to mind. It was just a giant blob.

                The door burst open and yelling filled the room. I was relieved by the fact someone was finally here. The man looked at me in confusion as he cussed out the two men holding his arms and the restraints. I hadn't met them yet, but I'm sure if I asked their names would be John and John. I stood up moving out of the way as I they forced the man into the seat I currently was occupying. That was a mistake. I grabbed the wall in the corner away from them as the room blurred slightly into pixelly bugs.

        They used the restraints on the wall to further secure him to the chair and he stopped struggling to glare at me.

                "What are you their new interrogator," he asked me with an eyebrow raised. The Johns turned as if this was the first time seeing me here. They looked at each other and back at me in confusion before one of them talked into their shoulder. Seconds later my Jon burst through the door.

                "My god, Perry have you been here all night," he walked towards me before trying to pull me to the door. "Perry? Are you alright? You don't look so good." He squared my elbow before helping me towards the door. I'm glad he did because I felt extremely weak and my head felt like it was going in circles.

                "What the hell, man," the prisoner screamed out. "Don't make me wait as you take care of that little...." A John smacked him in his stomach making him groan slightly. "Yeah beat me up all you want, you can't make me talk."

                Jon turned around at the door frame and smirked. "That's her drool on the table." With that he turned me and headed me out the door and into the hallway.

                The screaming behind me as the door slid shut made me shutter. Jon just chuckled as he led me towards my room. Helga stood there pacing as Jon and I approached. I glanced up at her quickly before looking back at my feet. Her face held a rather eye catching bruise and I didn't dare stare at it too long afraid of the repercussions.

                "How could we forget we put her in there," Helga spat as he opened the door allowing him to lead me into my bedroom.

                "We were a little busy with the attack," he grumbled as he sat me on the bed. I looked up at him for clarification and he shook his head in a gesture telling me not to ask. "Lay down," he ordered and I gladly obeyed.

                "She needs to get ready for school," Helga argued pulling my elbow so I would sit up.

                "Not today," Jon argued back pushing me down. The two glared at each other in a showdown of control. This wasn't helping the dizziness I have developing. In fact, it made an interesting feeling go up my throat until I leaned over the bed and released the contents of my stomach onto Helga's shoe. "It's obvious she isn't feeling well."

                "Who isn't feeling well," Mr. Galloway stepped in. He took one look at me and yelled Quarantine into the speaker. I heard Mrs. Galloway's voice carry down the hallway with a exasperated, "Come on." Jon chuckled slightly as he turned to Mr. Galloway.