Runaway

I ran through the corridor, not caring what would happen to me. I needed to find out about my parents - the only people I had in the world that were taken away from me. Damien tried to stop me but I ignored him.

I bursted through the door and saw the despicable woman, dressed up in her usual lab coat and her hair in her usual clean bun.

"Where are they, Iris?" I screamed her name as venomously as I could as I grabbed her shoulders.

"Didn't I tell you that the well being of society is fabricated around trust? Well, you are disappointing me dearly by not trusting me," she responded as she it a hand on my head, ignoring my question.

I moved away and I was too slow. She slapped me hard. I fell down, clutching my painfully stinging cheek.

"You do not boss me around and you do exactly as I say! I shall not tolerate any pest nuisance! Damien, bring her to the probe room."

He entered the door, regret in his eyes. Despite that, he still obeyed. I was betrayed and alone. I was a runaway.