BROKEN (the list)

Fourteen

Desperate times they say calls for desperate measures...
In this case Sam had no idea how to deal with her problems under such short notice

Since the night marie sent her that text message they haven't spoken or discussed the way forward, her guess is that Quincy is rushing standard procedure with Marie.
She was made special agent so soon and now she is already on to her first mission

Sam remembered when she was given her first mission she didn't quite understand what being a special agent until Quincy called for her, she was in the basement throwing blows at a punching bag with her instructor Mr Lee when message came from the guards that Quincy would like to see her in her office

At that time, Quincy was more like a savior to Sam, she didn't understand why they had forcefully took her off the streets and brought her here

They locked her up in a cube shaped glass walled room with eye piercing lights for hours which eventually turned months before she was cleaned.

The process had been difficult and long, she really thought she was going to die.... Her eyes were heavier and her head lighter, her skin was as pale as white, big eye bags encircling her red damned eyes.... She yearned for just a drop, a drop of coke or maybe some weed just something to ease the pain...
It didn't get better for a long time, she would lay lifelessly on the floor or sit with her back against the wall and arms wrapped around her legs as she buried her soul, feeling feverish .... She couldn't question anyone because no one came to see her but she knew someone was always watching her     Her meals were sent in rations through the window and when she's losing it and banging the walls like crazy they increase the intensity of the light  blinding her and increase the temperature in the room  as she crawls back against wall

It was torture ... Staying locked up against her will, clueless about  when they are going to let her out, when all this would be over

Some days she would cry for hours and shiver from want, at the beginning she was so sure this was a waste of time and whoever was doing this to her was just wasting his or her time, but eventually it worked she woke up one morning feeling better and refreshed, she couldn't tell how long she was locked up but she was glad it wasn't all for nothing.....

She was grateful for the privilege to be drug free, to leave away from the mad desire to always be high.... So many times she had tried on her own to quit drugs but it wasn't working
A DAy without it felt like years and sometimes she had to do stupid things just so she can afford it.

And her addictions was slowly stripping everything from her, she had lost three jobs in six months and she has no where to go, no body to turn to... She was all alone and the rush of pain and emptiness has always been invisible with the drugs in her system

And when she got out of the heat room, Quincy was there to provide emotional support so for a long time she felt indebted to Quincy...

So when Quincy invited Sam to her office, Sam didn't hesitate

She walked into her office, Craig was standing next to her... She never liked the big dog   he was always sticking his face into shit that doesn't concern him...

"Ohhh Sam, You look well, i see you are doing great.... "

Sam stared at her Grey bra top and grey slacks, her hair was sticking to the sweat in her face.. As she puff air to blow it off her face

"You asked to see me, what's up "
Sam didn't talk too much, she'd rather spend time in the basement than associating with the rest of the recruits ....

"I have something for you but before that... Do you want coffee or tea or juice or anything at all"

"No am good "