Wake

Mirrored Walls

I was a defenseless little girl, but I was still strapped to a chair. My arms and legs both tied to the chair, painfully

Around me were three men. They were all wearing large, white, suits that covered them from head to toe. It was as if I was a disease, and they were afraid I would pass it on.

"You cowards!" I screamed. It was something my mother called the soldiers in her journals.

Wait. The Journals! Oh No! Where are they!? I thought

My panicked thoughts were interrupted when one of the men neared me and snatched my head back. I heard a scratchy, almost distant voice say, "Search Her."

"What! Stop! What are you doing!" I panicked as the other two men came closer to me. My hands gripped the armrest tighter.

They cut my gown straight down the middle. I couldn't look these sick men in the eye, so I closed my eyes and tried very hard not to cry.

I felt the coldness of their fingers, which were hidden inside gloves, touch my stomach, chest, and legs. I couldn't help the tears now. They built up in my eyes before they fell. "Please. Please Stop! I-"

The man holding my head back, put his hand around my neck, chocking me, and keeping me from saying anything more.

I felt the blood rush to my head, the coldness of the room touching my body, the men's fingers scanning me for something. I started to wish I had picked up that gun in the hospital and shot my self in the head.

The man finally stopped chocking me. I gasped for air; relief flooding through my veins. Then he grabbed my hair and snatched my head back once more.

"Is she marked?" I heard him ask. I heard the sound of pencil on paper, and both set of hands were released from me.

"Marked?" I asked. "I'm not! I don't even-" His huge hand was once again around my throat.

"Is she or not?" The man said, as he let out a sigh.

"No." I heard another man say. His voice was softer.

"Alright. Check her backside." The man behind me ordered with a sharp and painful tone.

"Check her b-backside? But sir, I-"

"Do it!" He tightened his grip around my neck.

"Sir you're killing her!" One of the men said. I recognized it was the same voice that had just protested in checking my back.

The pressure on my neck was suddenly gone and my head fell forward. I breathed harder and harder. I knew now not to say anything.

"Listen! You need to check her! We need to make sure she isn't working for them. She could kill us all, you idiot." The man snapped. I stared at them. One man was towering over the other. They were face to face as if they were waiting to see who would throw the first punch.

Suddenly a door swung open. I swallowed hard. Hard and short footsteps approached from behind.

"Grow up! The both of you!" I heard a female voice say.

She walked around me. Her long black pony tail sat at the back of her head. She had on a black, armored suit. It was similar to those of the soldiers, I had always seen.

"We already checked her, on the way here. She isn't marked, now do me a favor and stop harassing this little girl."

The men all stood to face her. "We were just doing our job, ma'am. It's part of protocol."

"We just needed you to ask her a few questions. If you were paying any attention to her chart, you would have noticed that she has already been cleared." Her arms were folded across her chest. Her impatience was growing.
I turned my head and stared at my reflection in the mirror.

The entire room we sat in was covered in mirrored walls. I stared long and hard. How had she known what was going on in here?

Then I figured it out. It was a two way mirror and she had been looking at me from behind that glass the whole time. Panic swept into me. If she was watching me, I wondered how many others were also watching me, like an animal at a zoo.

I suddenly felt even more vulnerable and disgusted. I wanted to cover my self up but I couldn't move my arms.

I let out a grunt and couldn't keep the tears from streaming down my face as I tried to move my hands. They began to turn pale and out of frustration I gave up.

I turned back to stare right at the mirror. "Get a good luck! Is this what you like! Is this it! You sick, sick people!" I yelled. I struggled to move as I shook the chair.

My face turned ugly. Snot nosed and teary eyed.

"Stabilize her!" I heard one of the men, my choker, say.

The woman ran to me and put her hands over mine. I wouldn't look her in the face. I just kept screaming and yelling at my own reflection.

"No! Get out of here! All three of you! Your work here is done and I will be sure to mention this to Jones." The woman ordered.

I heard footsteps disappear behind me before a door slammed.

"Look at me! Look at me! You need to calm down! It's ok!" She screamed at me. I stopped screaming and turned to face her for the first time. Her face was that of a tired woman. Bags sat up under her eyes and frown lines were easily visible.

It didn't take me long to recognize her.

"Momma?"

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