The Examination
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Ongoing14m
Last published Mon, Sep 26, 2016
I saw him, right there, in the chair.
Pretty old-school.
"Welcome." Was all he said, with his cold, blue lips. An unclear, blur face expression, with an empty smile.
I held my breath. Stared into his grey eyes, his sharp appearance, his narrow look staring at my face.
I were starting to feel a slight emote of regret; But there was no turning back now.
He touched his chin, raising up from his classy chair.
"You can leave now." As a deep, confidental voice took place in my memory; His "guards", obeyed.
"What do you want?" I couldn't keep myself quiet anymore. I had to know what the hell was going on.
"Jaina, Jaina. Calm down. We have lots of time." Patiently, he whispered and touched the golden, dusty clock resting on his wrist.
I could feel anger flooding through my veins; I couldn't wait anymore.
"I need to know! You can't j-" As my statement remained unfinished, I could feel a strict grab in my shoulders. Brown gloves covered my mouth.
I felt shock, pressure.
I screamed, but the physical power was too strong. As I saw his sinister smile, his confident eyes, I knew that he wouldn't regret any harm. He was a stonecold, sick betrayer.
I never should've trusted him.
The attackers were able to carry the unwillingly me into a dark, unclean room; What are they going with me? Panic is flooding through my veins, shock trying to paralyze my limbs. I feel weak for being such a scaredycat; But the strange image of an extremely bad happending kept popping up in my mind. Even though, it was obvious. But the panic they stimulated in me, was just all plain weird.
A white room, an open, hospital-like door in the distance; My sight caught parts of a white man. Bald skull, black casual glasses and a strict, blue tie with a checkered pattern.
As they carried me into the room, my eyes were glued to a big concern; The man's suit was covered in blood, similar to the dirty floor. He stepped against me, a syringe in his hand. "It's ok." Then, everything.. black.
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