Shaken

Reflect

I felt a burst of energy go through me, "AAHHH," I screamed in pain. It was if I were to get zapped. I felt different, my bloodstream seemed weak and limp. As if something was building in it, strength and muscle . "Who are you?" I asked the hands which had white gloves over them. Then I felt something, a familiar feeling. It was as if you were slapped across the face, but it wasn't on your face. It was in your brain. Everything was dark and I was just searching my thoughts.

I wake up a while later to my bloodstream feeling weak. It feels as if someone had just pinched me. I tensed up into a ball until hands returned me to a straight board. I lay there with my brain racing. Where am I? This doesn't make sense. I feel as if all my life I have been on this metal table in a strange room watching hands, yet seeing nothing else. It is as if the hands control me. I only remember them when I wake up and my brain thinks while I'm physically asleep. My life still goes on as I sleep, just it's black and my thoughts roam and I have no control. It's just myself and the hands in a mystery room. I'm put back to sleep.

     Time isn't used in my brain. I've never seen a clock, yet I know what a clock is. I have some sense of understanding of the world, I'm just missing a few major points. I know what a clock and time are, I just don't know how to use it. I know what family is, but what does it mean? It's like my brain has been hijacked and I can only control some stuff until my brain clicks and I no longer have control.

      I lay on the table, that's all I ever do. I only understand things if I experience them. I know what table, hands, brain, clothing, skin, blood, bloodstream, weak, muscle, and many more things I've seen and felt in this room. I'm not afraid of the hands, nor do I like the hands. The hands control some of my thoughts. When I'm awake I know the hands which connect to people, yet I don't see them or hear them. I just hear their thoughts. The largest hands belong to a man who doesn't have much confidence and is afraid of failure. "I can't loose this job. My family depends on me. I need the promotion. I will be paid more and I will work on neurological aspects of her brain. I will be the best scientist of this lab and my family will see that all my hard work has paid off!" Did I forget to mention... the hands are scientists. Whatever that word means.

     All the hands work on me. When they don't work on me I'm just sleeping. Not really sleeping, more like my eyes shut as my brain goes to different places. I learn more as my brain roams. I grow a bigger understanding and then one day I heard the hands talk in my brain. They talked about how I was going to get thrown out of the lab. I assume the lab is where I am. I was going into a foster home. I would be with families in the real world as an experiment.

       I awoke to a buzzing noise. It was in my wrist, there was machinery going into my veins. How is that possible? "This could be a failure and end with death. Or this could be a success and we will send her to her foster home," the largest man told himself. I heard that gruff voice in my mind. I guess the operation was successful because the next thing I knew I was loaded into a truck and arrived at a house.

       "Hello, Paisley Adams. I am Mrs. Delvish you may call me Ms. Noel. I will escort you to your room. Welcome you to your foster home." The peculiar woman said. She had dark red high heels on with a black pencil skirt. She walked with confidence and her hair was an auburn color which was in a high put together bun. No hair was out of place. We walked upstairs into a large bedroom with four loft beds. A nice room painted a soft orange. There were four long mirrors. "This is your room and that is your closet." I nodded my head in approval. The ceilings were arched and my loft bed was made out of cedar wood.

      Two girls popped their head out from the top of their beds. Another girl turned her head from her desk. "Hello, I'm Willow Stark," she flashed me a gentle smile. She had long blonde curly hair and hazel eyes.

      "I'm Paisley Adams. I'll be staying here." I replied. The girls laughed.

      "We're all staying here, dweeb." Another girl said. "I'm Ginger, in case you didn't know." Ginger didn't have ginger hair, instead brown hair and brown eyes. She was tall and had an angry face.

      "Don't mind her. I'm Kelsey. It's great to meet you!" She chimed. Kelsey had brown hair that went to her shoulder. She skipped over to me and held out her hand. I stood there. What did she want me to do with it? "Aren't you going to shake my hand?" I stared at her hand for a few more seconds until she gave up and walked back to her desk.

      "Wow, Willow is really a weirdo," Ginger snapped.

     "Hey! Stop that she's just new!" cried Kelsey.

      "You stop that attitude or you'll get a little surprise tonight and soon you won't be staying here no more!" yipped Ginger. Kelsey shut her mouth and returned to her bed.

     Such an odd place. The beds were not metal, the room was not black. I saw my reflection. Long, messy hair lay to my side of my back. My blank grey eyes search the mirror. I'm short and finger nails are long. I don't look like any of the girls in the room. I look different and strange, like a wild animal.