CHAPTER THREE
302 part III
Blackness. Pure blackness. Nothing could describe better this situation. That fucking bitch. I was upset, I was tired of not knowing anything of where I was━and why this woman almost goddamn killed me with a plastic bag. Yes, a plastic bag. I could've ripped the damn thing with my mouth, I thought, regretting that moment.
Shit, I can't see anything. The room was surrounded by complete darkness, I couldn't even see where I was laying. Maybe it isn't a room, Maybe I'm dead.
I laughed, then frowned. "Man, I'm a mess."
Minutes, maybe hours passed by while I lie on my back against the floor, staring at nothing━just plain blackness. I waved my arm up, trying to prove myself I wasn't actually dead, that I still had a place on earth. That I still existed.
Then something flashed through my mind, something I had forgotten. Like going into an attic to only find missing pictures of your previous years, except this wasn't a photograph I remember, it was a lullaby. A song. It rang through my ears like a bell ringing at the top of a church. It was loud, it was warm and loving. Though I had no idea where it came from but.. I felt as if it the memories along with that song were blocked off, discarded from my brain. That's when I heard the sound of rusty, metal doors opening━light illuminated the dark room, though I couldn't view the standing figure at the door. I couldn't hear the lullaby anymore as if it had faded away from my mind.
"Nice to see you again, Mikan." The woman was at the door, the light had shown her face, she was smiling. I felt anger take over me but said nothing, I just stared at her hoping for an explanation of any sort.
"Welcome to Block 302 or what we call 'Section A'," She giggled then resumed to her speech. "Before I start explaining your life here, I'm going to need you to put these clothes on first." She threw me the usual prisoner clothes, black and white stripes. Total predicable.
"Blame this prison for not updating their styles." She answered as if reading my mind. I then grabbed the clothes she threw and walked out of the dark room, following as she led the path into the bright lighted hallway.
I glanced over to both my right and left as we walked down the narrow path, oddly enough it didn't resembled at all to a prison, the only doors along the Hallway walls were black doors. Maybe all the rooms are like mine. The thought only made it seemed weirder, why wouldn't the guards want to see the prisoners? I was so confused yet I couldn't put any of my questions into words, I wanted to ask this woman but maybe I was too afraid of the answer.
After walking about 5 minutes she then stopped in front of a room and pushed me right through the doorway, landing on my knees inside the locker room as the clothes scattered on the floor.
"C'mon get changed." She chuckled then closed the door. I stood up, then undress myself until I heard humming through the cracks of the steel door. Is this girl really a police officer? I laughed, she seemed innocent, yet not at the same time. Making it difficult to place my finger upon her actual personality. After a minute I had finished putting the two layers of clothes on my skin, the end of each sleeve had led up to my knuckles, as each cuff of the pants led up to my ankles. How ironic.
"Did they even coordinate each size of the pieces together?" I said sarcastically to myself, chuckling a bit.
"Are you ready little citrus?" I heard the woman call outside of the locker room, laughing at her joke. But I stood there, frozen like ice.
"Hey Mikan, you're just like a Satsuma. You need to be treated with care or you'll be damaged, you know that right?"
"That's.. b..ullshit."
I muttered to myself, voice trembling. Why did she have to come out of nowhere? With those warm eyes she would only show to me? Why out of all the people, my own name reminded me of her?
After a long pause of me, holding my forehead and covering my eyes. My memories took over my mind once again.
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"Mikan you're so useless."
My eyes widened as I felt the blood pumping fast in my veins.
"Why is it that you're soooo useless━you even exist?"
I crouched on the ground. I clutched my hair in my hands, almost about to rip it out of my scalp.
"Disappear."
I was about to slam my cuffs into the ground, Infuriated. I stopped as soon as I heard the locker room door opening.
"Oi, how long do I have to wai━" She halted as she saw me on the ground, head down, with locks of my hair━hiding my face. She then paused.
"Uhh, ummmm━" She swinged back and forth on her feet, not knowing what to say but immediately returned to posture as she heard guards strolling down the hallway.
"A━A━Anyways, let's go! C'mon I gotta show much more number 10!" She stuttered and immediately faced in front her, avoiding eye contact with me.
I rosed up from the ground and and started to trail behind her with my head down. That was awkward. Sweat rolled down my face, but then I returned to my mood from a moments ago. It doesn't matter anymore, Mikan. It doesn't matter anymore,
She doesn't exist.