I felt a vibration beneath my body, but I was too tired to get up. My legs were sore. My arms felt like they had been ripped from their sockets. Then I heard a voice. “Jess,” the voice said. “Jess wake up.” I didn’t feel like waking up or doing anything at all. So I lay there, unmoving, for the longest time. Then I could see. I opened my eyes and looked around. I was lying on a bed in the middle of a mint green room. Two men dressed in hazmat suits surrounded me. “What happened?” I asked, rubbing my eyes. “You mean, you don’t remember?” one of the men asked, obviously nervous. “I don’t think so,” I responded. “Where am I?” “In Capita,” replied the man. He took something from a tray next to the bed and examined my eyes. “Can you see okay?”
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“I need answers!” The men exchanged nervous glances. The one who hadn’t spoken yet raised a finger for me to wait. They stepped outside the room and closed the doors behind them. I took this chance to get out of the bed. My legs felt weak, like jello and I felt like hurling. I limped over to the window and opened the curtains. It was sunset. I saw a few adults outside examining two teenagers. I looked at my own hand. It was small compared to the teenagers’. I must be 7 or 8 years old. I heard the men coming back in, so I quickly got back in the bed. The man who had spoken before had blond hair that fell in front of his face. He …show more content…
I glared at him. “Woah, take it easy, Jess,” Pimples said, trying to calm me down. “I don’t bite.” “Yeah, well I do. And don’t call me Jess.” I looked at Blond Hair. “What are my parents like?” I asked him. He got down on his knees and grabbed my hands. “Jessica, your parents are dead.” That just about did it. I screamed loudly. I started crying. These men had taken away my memories and I couldn’t even remember my parents. “Jessica, they’ve been dead ever since you were 2 years old!” Pimples explained. “You haven’t seen them for 4 years!” “I know what will cheer you up!” Blond Hair exclaimed. I wiped away my tears. “And what is that?” I sniffed. “How about you go see your brother.” “My brother?” “Yes. His name is Jonathan and he’s 11 years old.” I nodded. Blond Hair took my hand again and helped me get to my feet. We walked slowly at first, so that my legs could wake up and then walked normally. We stopped in front of a plain white room. “He’s in there,” Blond Hair told me. “Would you like me to wait outside?” I nodded again. Blond Hair sat in a pale blue chair outside of the room, next to Pimples. I grasped the door handle with my tiny hand and pulled. The door was pretty
“I need answers!” The men exchanged nervous glances. The one who hadn’t spoken yet raised a finger for me to wait. They stepped outside the room and closed the doors behind them. I took this chance to get out of the bed. My legs felt weak, like jello and I felt like hurling. I limped over to the window and opened the curtains. It was sunset. I saw a few adults outside examining two teenagers. I looked at my own hand. It was small compared to the teenagers’. I must be 7 or 8 years old. I heard the men coming back in, so I quickly got back in the bed. The man who had spoken before had blond hair that fell in front of his face. He …show more content…
I glared at him. “Woah, take it easy, Jess,” Pimples said, trying to calm me down. “I don’t bite.” “Yeah, well I do. And don’t call me Jess.” I looked at Blond Hair. “What are my parents like?” I asked him. He got down on his knees and grabbed my hands. “Jessica, your parents are dead.” That just about did it. I screamed loudly. I started crying. These men had taken away my memories and I couldn’t even remember my parents. “Jessica, they’ve been dead ever since you were 2 years old!” Pimples explained. “You haven’t seen them for 4 years!” “I know what will cheer you up!” Blond Hair exclaimed. I wiped away my tears. “And what is that?” I sniffed. “How about you go see your brother.” “My brother?” “Yes. His name is Jonathan and he’s 11 years old.” I nodded. Blond Hair took my hand again and helped me get to my feet. We walked slowly at first, so that my legs could wake up and then walked normally. We stopped in front of a plain white room. “He’s in there,” Blond Hair told me. “Would you like me to wait outside?” I nodded again. Blond Hair sat in a pale blue chair outside of the room, next to Pimples. I grasped the door handle with my tiny hand and pulled. The door was pretty