In the Name of Order

Chapter 6: The treatment

I wake up to neon blue lights that make we squint before my eyes adjust. These lights are the only bright thing in the dark room I'm in.

I see a steel table in front of me but cannot make out the equipment on it. The humming sound of machines fill my ears, and when I tilt my head, I see large defibrillators attached to the wall. That's the equipment I hear the Gifted Program officials use to electrocute people.

I only notice I'm strapped down to a gurney when I try to sit up, and even if I had the energy to try to free myself, I know there will be guards outside my door.

"I'm glad you're awake, my baby. I should have been at work an hour ago, but I thought it would be best if one of your parents explained everything to you. Your father had an urgent meeting to attend."

I look around to see where the sound comes from but close my eyes when I cannot spot the source. My mother rambles on about how sorry they all are and reminds me of the love she has for me.

"This is where you will get better, Willow. The doctors here tell me you've been very sick. They say you've shown no improvement for months, Willow, and it isn't normal. They've agreed to help you. Don't be embarrassed, my baby. There are others who are as sick as you. It was either this or you'd be dismissed from the program, and the latter would not do well for our family. Your father and I will see you during holidays. I wish you a quick recovery, my baby."

It's silent for a while and I'm not sure if she expects a reply.

"From now on your every move will be watched. The doctors will ensure you take all prescribed medication. The guards will ensure you bring no harm to yourself or others. You will be allowed to see friends, but your treatment is not to be discussed. You'll also be assigned to a new room in this building. Your schedule will be different from what you are used to, so you must listen to what the facilitators say. We love you."

Her voice sounds so distant, but it definitely suits the situation.

I don't hear any movement outside these doors, but the door swings open as three figures step into this room. The first two are guards, each positioning themselves by the sides of the door. The last person to walk in is a male who looks no older than thirty. His clothing is all white and, while scanning the room, he throws his coat onto a chair. He then claps his hands together, announcing the arrival I've noticed.

"Ms Bare," the man says.

He walks towards me and stops walking only when he is able to stare down at my brown eyes. I think I see hints of red in his eyes. The man in white squeezes my arm and smiles. I've seen him around the compound before and know he's one of the Mirrors.

Mirror is the nickname youths use for those who feel little—almost to none— negative emotions; those whose brain somehow protect them from all intangible harm.

He is like me in a way, but where I feel less physically pain; he feels less emotional pain. Scientists call them Ex-Alexithymians. Many say that their gift isn't really a gift at all. Many argue that these people need help, but the government argues otherwise. I walked past one of their classes last year; they must all study psychology to help them understand people's emotions and react in an appropriate manner.

"Ms Bare, management has asked me to introduce myself as Mr White, but I thought that would be impersonal. You and I will be spending a lot of time together. I'd like you to name me. To make this process easier, I'll tell you a bit about myself. I've never been a fan of cricket, and although it may look like it, I've never been the sporty type. All my family members are dead, but I do keep a dog. I hate strawberry anyt—" Mr White is interrupted by a guard coughing and turns to smile at the guard.

"Well you don't have to name me today, Ms Bare, but I do hope we get to that point."

He shifts my body with his, allowing him to sit on the gurney. Mr White then takes his time analysing my features.

"Willow Bare; daughter of Dr Marcus Bare and Zarah Bare. Your sister is Mathea Bare and I've been asked to take note of Kane...just Kane."

"His adoptive parents wouldn't give him their last name."

"Ah she speaks!" Mr White fakes excitement and stands up from the gurney.

"Do you know why I am telling you all this, Willow Bare?" He continues, "You need to remember everything you fight for, because everything I must do to you in this room will hurt."

Mr White then nods to the guards standing at the door, and they walk over to me. I start kicking my feet and screaming for help from anyone willing to give it.

The guards approach me and pull the gurney towards the defibrillator. I lift my head to see the charming smile of Mr White.

"Ms Bare, welcome to day one of your treatment. I, hand-picked by the gods, will ensure you become everything you are meant to be. By the end of the year, we all hope you will feel no physical pain."