The Truth of Lies

The equals

This time it wasn't a headache that woke me up, it was a strong light in the corner of my eye.

I opened my eyes slowly because the light was to strong for someone who was in the dark for so long.

Once my eyes adjusted. I felt my hands shake. A door opened that I never knew was there with a figure standing in front if it.

"It's been two years" the figure said slowly and carefully.

No one ever told me personally the time. I always heard it through the speakers in the corner of the room.
Though I was nervous, I was quite exited. I haven't seen light and other life in so long.

"It's time you see your equals" the lady said.

My equals? Does that mean I'm getting out if here? Or am I going crazy?

She held out her hand, but didn't show any sign of kindness. I didn't grab it. I just stared deep into her empty soulless eyes.

"Well if you don't want to leave, suit yourself"

Right before she pulled away her hand I grasped it and I rose.

The woman nodded.
She took me through empty halls that reminded me of a hospital. Until we reached the door at the end of the hall.

"A-are you rescuing me?" I haven't spoken in so long.

The lady only looked at me, opened the door and pushed me it. I fell into the ground with a thump. And the door locked.

I was put into a large sized white room with about 30 bunk beds. The air smelled a lot cleaner. And one more thing.... I was in the same room with about 50 others around my age.

I stare into their eyes and they look at me back.

"Another one, I thought that they would stop bringing us in last week" a skinny boy my age helped me up.

"I'm Charles" he gave me a warm smile.

"Vanessa" I shook his hand. I feel my lips curl despite my confusion.

"Another equal? This one seems so terrible, what did they do to you?" A girl once again my age pushed through the crowed.

"They didn't feed me" i whispered looking at my feet.

"Well that's all of us. I'm Amaya. I know you must have a bunch a questions, and I'm afraid we need those answers as well" she gave me a concerned smile.

I didn't try to hold back and be my shy self, I had to know. " who are you? Where are we? Why are we here? Who was that lady?"

Charles shook his head. "We don't know. But what we do know Is that we were all thrown in here last week, we were all called equals. And we we all survived for 2 years with no food."

So Equals must be some sort of classification. We must all have something in common.

"You are the last one I believe now, make your self at home" he winks at me "who knows how long we will be here"

I chose a bed to lie on.

This is too much to process at once.
I can see the others looking at me and whispering.

The equals...

Those words kept echoing in my mind

like I should know some thing. But I don't.

My last day was nothing. I went to school on that last Thursday. I took a math test. And once I fell asleep I woke up in the cell.
I guess I will never know my grade.

I look around the room and I notice a girl with long curly hair crying in the corner of the room.

I decided to go to her. Maybe we can comfort each other.

I get up from the bed and go towards the girl.

I feel a hand on my shoulder. " I suggest you don't go talk to her... She is always angry and refused to talk to us. She's a freak" a large guy said.

I gave him a nasty stare. I bet every single one of them was like that too.

Maybe she is more sad than the others because she had more to lose. maybe she lost more that us.

I take a seat next to her. "Hey" I said. I may have been in a cell for 2 years but I haven't list my ability to make friends. I was a pro at it in high school.

"Leave me alone" the girl said.

I lay a hand on her shoulder.
"I said leave me alone! U don't even know-" her head bobbed up.

"Vanessa?" She whispered softly.

"Cora?" There goes that headache again.