They won't shut up.
Painfully obvious questions that everyone knows the answers to. They just want to see struggle, they want to see aggression, they want to accuse of the reactions that follow.
They know. They know everything,
Yet they ask.
It was utterly stupid.
She kept her mouth shut and continued to stare into nothingness. They can enjoy the sounds of their high pitched or low pitched voices. They all sounded the same to her.
Annoying,
She didn't care about being blinded by the fluorescent light bulb, aimed at her direction. The questions won't stop overflowing, won't stop hitting her, arrows that never cease. Eyes of accusation, boring into her eyes and skull. Hoping to seek all the secrets within her soul.
""Are you sure?"
The question carelessly tossed into her direction. Was she sure? What the hell was question about? The voice won't stop asking, the surrounding voices seem to fade away to nothingness.
"Are you sure you saw it alright? You won't hallucinating?"
This voice was laced with accusation, asking oh pleading to be punched at the face.
She snapped her head, eye levelled to the owner who shrunk back, flinching at the intensity of her Crystal blue eyes.
"Are you asking me," she said lowly, eyes flickering between the owner and the grey wall, "was I sure? Was I hallucinating?"
"Does it look like I was hallucinating?!" She demanded, struggling to stand, hands pushing her down into the foldable grey chair. Everything was grey here. Bland. Boring. Sad. Annoying,aggravating. Just like them.
"Are you saying that I could blindly be hallucinating when I see the people I love being hurt?!" She screams out, her navy hair flying everywhere, "What kind of an idiot are you?!"
Someone was patting her hand, she didn't know who it was, no everything in the grey room, the stupidly annoying grey room, was fading away, no now it was just her and that annoyingly clueless person.
"Stupid questions," she could almost taste the venom in her tongue, "stupid annoyingly blindingly obvious questions. They won't get you anywhere. Pointless. This entire questioning is pointless." She didn't bother to stand,people always kept holding her down, before she could reach the truth. They want the truth then let her speak the truth. Locking her in a stupid room filled with people asking stupid questions wasn't gonna help her speak out the truth.
The owner, didn't seem faze by this at all. He had annoying golden eyes. Golden eyes. Who had golden eyes? Stupid. Everything about this person was stupid. Explosive black bangs. Untucked dress shirt. Eyes that held an unreadable emotion. Messy, just like his mind,
"Not at all," his voice was smooth, that just aggravated her further, he didn't seem the least bit fazedby her outburst, "I was simply checking. When someone is in trauma they tend to think differently when they see something beyond what they can control."
"Trauma?" She spat out, eyes boring into his, "I'm getting a trauma from all these questions. From you! You have been interrogating me here for three days! Let me speak! Quit asking stupid questions! All of you!" She bellowed. Her throat felt hoarse and throbbing. Her body was shaking. The hand patting her didn't stop. Her eyes flickered to the petite girl with blonde hair and forest green eyes that mirrored worry. Eyes all around, of different colours, she noted, visibly soften.
Especially the eyes of gold.
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"Okay," the boy with the eyes of gold said finally, "tell us what you know."
"Turn off the light first," she said, tilting her head to the desk lamp, the bulb glaring at her in all of it's fluorescent might. One of the older boys with emerald green eyes and switched off the lamp and one of the older girls with cerulean eyes turned on the main light. However she failed to see their faces, just their silhouettes and the glowing of their eyes.
Her eyes burnt for a moment with the sudden rays of light, blinking rapidly for a few moments. White walls, they weren't grey, the table wasn't grey either, it was a light blue and she was on an office chair, the atmosphere, the room felt familiar to her.
"I remember," she took a deep breath, shutting her eyes for a moment, "I was in a forest, Iiex Forest, and my friends were with me, I can't remember what we were doing.." Her eyes dulled as the memory replayed in her head, "it was fun, I remember, a lot of laughter, then this lady came..she had ice cold eyes of a grey shade and weird purple hair.."
"Screaming," her voice dropped to a whisper, "there was a lot of screaming and roars from Pokemon, and I could hear the gruesome sounds of blades and sharp objects and attacks, I could see my friends covered in blood, their blood. Then they just collapsed and I still kept hearing screaming, maybe I was the one who was screaming, it feels blurry around the edges..then I blacked out."
She looked up and stared at the group of people, "and here I am."
"Maybe, it was my fault," she looked back down on her hands that she realised were trembling, "that my friends died, and I couldn't do anything. I don't understand why I survived..or how..."
She felt something cold running down her cheeks, salty liquid caressing her cheeks, "they died. My friends died. And I'm still alive! How's that fair?!"
She could see the one with gold eyes, eyes fluttering shut and one of the older boys with Ruby eyes, whom she guessed was the leader whispered something inaudible. Her ears strained to pick up what he said as the fat salty tears continued to roll down her cheeks. A/N Thank you for reading this chapter until the very end :) I will try to post consistently and update once a week or once a fortnight, really depends on work load.