My name is Beatrice and I'm crazy, no not like I do things like jump off cliffs; I hear voices in my head. Yes, actual voices in my head. As a result I have no friends. No one wants to talk to the girl who hears voices. I've been locked up for years, I haven't felt a warm kind embrace in so long I don't know what it feels like to hug or shake hands anymore. I've been locked in a small steel room with a small opening in the back wall; it's too small to climb out of but just big enough to see outside. To see the brown, crackled earth. I remember it being green, grass in large fields, wild flowers everywhere, and trees in every yard. But now, after the war, everything has changed.
"Come on its dinner time." Someone shouts. That someone is the guard that's stands outside my door, making sure I don't try to leave. He's handsome, he has dark brown hair that swoops across his forehead and goes over one of his deep blue eyes. He'll never want to talk to you. A voice taunts me in my head. Other voices join in.
You're the reason your parents died.
You're just a waste of space
No one would care if you died.
No one loves you and no one ever will
"STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT." I scream and fall to my knees, covering my ears. I sob and curl up in a ball on the cold metal floor. Multiple hands grab me and lift me up. The guard-Four-looks at me worried.
"Beatrice, are you okay?" he asks in a calm voice, his voice is too calm compared to the look on his face. I look behind him; he left the door wide open. I nod and close my eyes. I hear the other guards leave but he doesn't let me go.
"I-I'm fine... please let me go…" I mumble and he lets go instantly.
He was happy to let you go, he never wanted to touch you in the first place; no one does.
"I know." I tell the voices though they can't hear me.
He grabs my arms and guides me out of the room. It's time to eat. He walks down a hallway and slides his hands down my forearms, intertwining our fingers. A shock of electricity goes up my arm. I look at the back of his head, my eyes wide. I stop walking and he pulls me forward.
"Come on Beatrice." He says in stern voice. I comply and he pulls me down an unfamiliar hallway.
"What are you-"He cuts me off.
"Someone is here to see you." He pulls me into a dark room.