Chapter 3

2:30, that's what the clock said, hanged on the wall. Tic Toc, that's what it sound made. A chair, a rug, a closet. A painting, a dresses, shelf, and a mirror. Some led lights in the ceiling, and the walls painted beige. Something soft was beneath me, and something soft, my head laid on. I looked around, and clenched the material that covered my body. It was soft, and cozy. I sat, and looked around. This must be a room, I thought. This must be a nightmare, I said to myself. I slowly rose on my feet, my bare skin touching the rug. This time I wasn't wearing my old clothes anymore, I couldn't find them, and, I couldn't find my old sneakers. Instead, I found Mr twinkle, and, a robe, that I was wearing. It was white, and long. I looked around again, and, saw a door. I opened the door, and, I saw a bathroom. It was the first time I saw a bathroom, and, I closed the door. There was another door, leading to an empty hallway. As I opened the door, a big, muscular man showed up directly in front of me. He was wearing a military suit, and he had a military cap on his head.

"Where do you think your going? " he said. I looked at him, and took a step back.

"W... Who are you, why I'm here? " I asked, and before listening to any answer, he grabs my arm and toss me into the bed.

"LEAVE ME ALONE" I yelled, but, he didn't respond. His blank face looked at mine. His empty eyes we're staring at me. He was cold, and, bold.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? " I yelled back. This time, he sight.

"This is the place that your gonna live now, no question, no answers, you do as I say, or as the other soldiers say. You won't get out of your room, only if needed. Until now, this is the system" He said. I looked at him in complete horror.

"SO I'M YOUR SLAVE NOW" I snapped. I got up and walked to him, he looked at me, with angry eyes. I looked at him.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME, PUTTING ME IN A ROOM FOR 7 YEARS, AND NOW, BRINGING ME HERE, WHAT DO YOU ALL WANT FROM ME" I asked. he didn't answer, and, that's when I slapped him. He turned his face and looked at me, then, he grabbed my wrist and brought me in front of the mirror. It was the first time I saw my face in 7 years, the first time I could contemplate myself, and see my reflection in the mirror.

"DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE? " he asked.

"THIS IS YOUR PAINTING! " He said again, bringing me in front of the big painting that was hanged on the wall. I gasped.

"NOW KNOW YOUR PLACE, YOUR A WOMAN, A MUTANT, SOMEONE WITH POWERS, NOW KNOW YOUR PLACE, AND SERVE ME" he yelled

"I WILL NEVER SERVE YOU, NOT TOMORROW, NOT TODAY, NOT IN A MILLION YEARS. YOUR JUST A FUCKING PSYCHOPATH" I yelled back

He let go off me, this time, I stumbled on the floor.

"The days are coming"