My life is my own

By: Amee Eliza

In the shadow of his father. Yes, that was what all said he would live up to be. He never got a chance to think what he wanted for his life, only that he would be successful and carry on the good name of the Lennox family. Yet, Tom wondered what would of happened if he didn't waste all that time in collages getting brainwashed with doctrine. Would he be married? A family? He had always loved children, but he was also scared because he didn't have much experience in the area of children. He could hardly remember himself what being a child was. Milk and cookies? He smiled at this thought.

The van was driving at a rapid speed. Tom's head was pressed against the floor and the rolling of the wheels made a hum that lulled him to sleep, but just as he was about to shut his eyes a terrible conception came into his brain: what if he had been drugged? It was a scary thought, but for some reason his eyes grew heavy and he fell asleep.

A song played on the radio "Unchained Melody."

His face felt sweaty and numb from his face pressing on the carpet so long.

He dared to lift his head a little.

Flashback- 10 years ago

She was wearing a red baggy sweater with three stars going down each sleeve. A prick of joy filled Tom Lennox as she walked up to him.

"So, professor what do you have for us today?" She asked with spark.

"Well, I'm not so sure now Casey seeing half the students aren't showing up." Tom said casually.

A look of concern spread across her face, "Tom are we under attack of some sort?"

"No, no, it's just there has been a terrorist threat on the school. Didn't you know?" He asked.

Emotion spread across her face, he could tell she was trying to say something.

"Well, I am safe with..." Her voiced trailed off and her eyes darted from his.

Her eyes were hazel and at times they seemed to be ablaze.

A funny feeling was in his stomach.

"Look Casey..." His voice trailed off.

She quickly changed the subject (which hurt them both).

"Okay, well let's see if everyone has been studying the area dictated." Tom Lennox said opening the class door with a sweep of his hands for her to enter first.

END FLASHBACK

The car stopped.

Tom's eye brows rose in apprehension.

"Don't worry it's just a stop light Tom." A female voice said.

"I..." His voice sounded sleepy.

"Tom look you don't need to be worried. I am Kate Warner and everything is going to fine. I assure you if you are harmed there shall be consequences."

Tom's eyes struggled to look up. She was a light.

"Miss Warner there will be sad consequences-" Tom began.

His legs tingled.

"Oh shut up Lennox." The man said who had snapped him away.

The beard was off his face and he appeared like an everyday person: jeans, and a T-shirt, but his voice was scented with an English accent.

"Look Tom, you cooperate and everything will go fine. Believe me I didn't want it this way." Kate Warner said trying to offer him comfort.

"Look Kate, that's enough jabber."

"Yes, Robert." She said bitterly.

The ride lasted for five more minutes. They went through a black chain fence gate situated in a back alley. When they entered Tom heard a large humming sound.

The building was gray, like concrete.

Kate took the left door and "Robert" took the right.

Inside it was like ice.

"I know what your thinking but your wrong. We are not terrorists. We love the United states as you do."

Tom was angry. He didn't respond.

"Follow me into room B."

Inside it was white and sparkling with the sun reflecting through the many windows.

"Here we go."

A second member stood in waiting with a gun in Room B.

" Tom Lennox I am Farris Tinent I will be removing the bacteria from your body."

"Excuse me?" Tom Lennox asked confused.

There was a large tub in the center of the room and the room was decked in stainless steal.

"Take your clothes off." Mr. Tinent ordered.

"You've got to be kidding." Tom let slip out.

Robert excused himself.

"She demands you be disinfected and tested for diseases. Just please do as I dictate." Tinent had spiky black hair and two thin beady eyes. His lab coat swishes as he paced.

Tom had no choice and he preceded to take off his clothes.

"We but half express ourselves, and are ashamed of that divine idea which each of us represents" For some reason the quote played in his head like a nursery rhyme, and then he realized that Ralph Waldo Emerson must of meant something different: for these people expressed their intentions quite clear.