~Author's Note~
We did an exercise in English class where we pretend to be a character from a book and the rest of the class asks you questions. I wanted to do something similar with Alma, so :3 From young Alma's POV. Things in brackets are her own actions. I'm sorry it's short for the first chapter, this is my first time writing as her so I might not live up to expectations.
I'm sitting on a metal chair in a metal room with a metal door. It's extremely uncomfortable, but please, I'm Alma Wade. An uncomfortable chair is absolutely nothing compared to some things I've sat on and in.
Speaking of which, they made me wear plastic shoes to keep the blood that soaks my aching feet from showing. I didn't protest though, because I've made a promise to myself today. And whatever absolutely idiotic things this poor pathetic man asks or even utters at me, I shall not harm him or anyone else.
I know.
Crazy.
But, I need a break from that ferociously exhilarating ache that I get from violence. It's addictive, and till I'm sure whether that's bad or good, I don't believe it wise to have too much of it.
Voices.
Are they in my mind? They often are. I'm not sure. No, it's coming from the hall outside this small room, containing nothing but 2 chairs and a one way mirror. Guess which way. Well, I'm not going to be finding out who's supervising this 'interview' any time soon. Pity. I wonder if they have any sense of privacy. Hm. Clearly, they have no trust in me. I can't possibly think why. (giggles)
"Alma? This is Dr. Fierek, he's going to be spending the next hour with you." And then he added something under his breath, which yes, I did catch because sadly I hear things I don't want to. "Or less..." And I'm no psychic, wait, actually, I am, (giggles to self, much to the worry of the two men in front of her) so I can take that as a hint that he doesn't think this idiot is going to last 1 minute alone with me. Can't say I disagree. No no, stop it, remember the promise Alma. Remember the promise. I open my mouth for a few wavering seconds, wondering if maybe I've forgotten how to talk. I haven't said a thing in 3 weeks and 5 days now. Well, not out loud. Telepathically threatened anyone who came near me? Yes. But not actually using my vocal chords.
"Hello."