• Chapter 2
    Solitude

    I've always hated it when I'm locked in a room somewhere. I always get a little claustrophobic because I know I can't get out, no matter how big the room is. I saw no windows or vents. Just then, I heard a little tap on my door.
    “Cecile, someone will come by 3 times a day to bring you food. Don't worry about air, we have our ways.” Then I heard footsteps walking away.
    I stood up and surveyed the room. I looked in every spot where they could have hid a vent or even an electricity box. When I checked under my bed, I found exactly what I was looking for. There was a small vent, around 4 by 8 inches. The vent itself, however, was welded into the floor.
    “Escape plan A – Foiled.” Despite being overly mature for my age, I still talk to myself. But only because it makes me feel less alone. I gave up my efforts and plopped down on the big, puffy queen sized bed placed in the middle of the room.
    “I'm all alone. No one to talk to; no one to argue with. I really am gonna die here, aren't I?” I slowly closed my eyes and started to drift to sleep. There was a knock on my door 10 minutes after I fell asleep.
    “Cecile?” A female voice drifted into my room. It had a warm sound to it but felt cold. “I brought you your dinner.” My stomach growled in agreement.
    “Alright, bring it in.” I heard the clicking of about 5 locks. She was a young woman, presumably in her late 20's, wearing what looked like a nurse's uniform. “What's that?” I said while pointing to the food.
    “It's steak. What else would you expect?” I looked at her like she was crazy.
    “You expect me to believe you? You people are the reason why I'm here in the first place.” I glared at her. “Just leave the food at the desk and I'll eat it later.” My stomach complained with a loud grumble.
    “Alright missy, just knock 5 times on the door when you're done.” She put down the food and left. What was on the tray was steak, steamed vegetables, and a glass of ice cold water with a pitcher to refill it with. Anything I can use to escape? No, if you didn't include the butter knife they gave me.
    I sat down at the nearest chair and closed my eyes; focusing my mind on the food. My body suddenly grew stiff and then lightened instantly. I looked around; I saw myself eating the food and then suddenly stop. Then I saw myself fall to the ground and clutching my stomach. I relaxed my body and found myself back where I was.
    “The food's poisoned...” I walked over to the door and knocked 5 times. The same lady opened the door and looked at the tray.
    “Oh, you didn't eat anything.” She frowned when she lowered her gaze on me. “Mr. Hael isn't going to be happy with this.” She walked over and took the tray.
    “Why would he care if I eat or not?” I folded my arms and stood like a stuck up kid. My question was answered by the sliding of locks in place. I dragged my feet over to my bed and laid down, ready to drift back to sleep.
    “NO! Let me go! I'll call the cops! You can't do this to me!!” The obnoxious sound of someone else drifted through my walls.
    “Listen, kid, we have permission for you to be in here. So shut your trap and get in your room!” I heard banging and then the sound of a door closing. Then I heard talking coming from under me.
    “EW! This room is PINK. What do you think I am? A girl?!” I heard what sounded like the crashing of glass.
    “Listen, Kristine, you are a girl. Now, how about you sit down and let me explain everything to you.” I was too tired to listen anymore. I let my heavy eyelids fall as I drifted into a deep sleep.