The Alpha

Fourteen

‘Perfect’

Her voice and that word, ‘perfect’ keep running around my mind.

‘Perfect’

What the hell does that mean?

What are they going to do to me?

Are they going to do weird experiments to make me perfect?

Oh god.

…

I don’t know how long of time has passed since anyone came into my room since the woman left. No idea what time it is in this too bright awash white cell, due to the facts that there aren’t any windows, only the ones looking out into the corridor.

I could have been here a day, days, week, or just a couple hours. I don’t know but I can’t wait to get out.

The pollution of chemicals invades my breathing.

“Hello miss!” The girl that delivered food to me before came barging through the door leaving it swinging in her wake.

Not saying anything in return.

“Come on now, miss.” she says with a stern face as she comes over to me gripping my arm in an iron fist grip and dragging me to the door. Pressing my heels down and trying to get her hand off me.

“Where are we going? Where are you taking me?” I demand though she doesn’t take any notice of my fighting back or questions and just tightens her grip around my wrist and pulls harder on my arm. Making me think that soon it will just pop right out of its socket.

All in vain as we travel down a never ending hallway all awash in white and no natural light. A sharp turn to the right, then a sharp turn to left, another turn to the right and she stops in front of me. Pulling on my arm hard she manages to have me standing in front of her, with my back to her and her tight grip on my left upper arm and my right shoulder.

“Knock.” Is all she says to me.

Lifting my shaking hand to the white door I just put my knuckles on the door about to knock when I hear. “ Come in.” And on command the white door swung open frozen in my place. The girl pushes me in and closes the door behind me trapping me in this bright white washed room kind of like all the others but this one feels different. I am not sure but something feels off, as my hairs stand on end. My pulse racing, heart hammering. My fight or flight response kicked in.

“Please don’t be scared have a seat.” A voice came from behind me. Turning around from the closed door I see a person with short cut white hair wearing a white lab coat and white shirt underneath, with white trousers and white shoes. Matching the white room perfectly. A white smile on their face showing off their pearly whites as they motion to a white chair before they take a chair behind a white desk. “Please sit.” Another almost copy and paste smile appears on their face again. Slowly walking over I take the chair and sit down. “Good.” They said. “Now I am just going to ask you some questions is all. Will that be okay?”

Clearing my throat I let out a “yes.”

“Excellent! Shall we get started then?”

Nodding my head in response. And seeing that copy and paste smile back on their face.

Crossing their legs they pull out a see-through clipboard with a couple of pieces of paper on it and picks up a white pen. “ Okay, first question. This is an easy one. What is your name?”

“Phoebe Burrows.”

“Good.” They scribble on the piece of paper. “Second question, what is your date of birth?”

“15.12.2004”

“Good.” “Third question, who are you parents?”

“What?”

“Who are your parents?”

“My parents, what do you want to know about them for?”

“Sorry if I have upset you. It is just one of the questions.” “If you could please answer the question, Miss Burrows.”

Fidgeting with my fingers I look around the white wash room and find black dots in each corner. Cameras.

“Why are you asking me this? Why am I here? What is going on here? Where am i? What is this place?” I shoot up and shout flaying my arms about.

“Miss burrows if you don’t calm down you will be restrained.” they said with a flicker of empathy in their works and on their face. “Now stop acting so rash and take your seat. We’ve got a few more questions to go.” And just like that the slip of empathy was gone.

“No! I won't! I want to go home and get out of here! So you can stick your questions where the sun doesn't shine! f**k all of this! f**k you! f**k your questios and f**k them!” I shout and raise my middle fingers to the cameras.

The walls open with people marching through dressed in white mat arma and armed with white huge guns. The door that I came through opens and the woman steps out.

“Oh my sweet dear.” she says softly while she reaches her hand out to stroke my left cheek.

“Get the f**k away from me!”

“I am sorry but you can’t go anywhere.” she said back while coming closer to me. As she moved closer, so did the others who are armed.

“Stay the f**k away from me you crazy b***h!”

“Language sweet child. Hold your innocence.”

“What? What in the world is that meant to mean? And don’t give me that ‘Perfect’ bullshit!” “I am leaving and that's that!”

“Get her.” the woman said in a normal tone of voice.

With her command the people moved closer to me. One grabbed my form behind, pinning me to the ground. It wasn’t long before more came to restrain me.

“Let go! Get off me!” I scream and shout. And my prayers are answered by a blinding shine of light exploding from my chest, as I rise up in the air my feet no longer touch the floor, knocking all the people out. “What the f**k? ….” feeling exhausted I collapse on the cold floor.