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The Slightest Things
"Sometimes the slightest things change the direction of our lives, the merest breathe of a circumstance, a random movement that connects, like a meteorite striking the earth. Lives have swiveled and changed direction on the strength of a chance remark" The Power of One
Chapter 4
So it's blue room time again. I don't know how much more of this I could take, between this and group therapy. It is easier to talk to her, then in front of all those other prisoners. Even though we supposedly we something in common. This really doesn't make us want to talk to each other about our feelings. They gave me extra guards today, so now I have 6.
She had her hair up again, with just wisps of her blonde hair falling along the side of her face. She was wearing gray today, a skirt suit that fit her body very nicely. I turned around and saw the guards staring at her. As she motioned for me to enter, she smiled and closed the door in their faces.
I smiled too, she's got spunk I like that.
I went to the couch; this is why I like coming to this room. I get to sit in comfort instead of lying on a bed with a mattress as hard as a rock or sitting on plastic chairs.
"How are you today Faith" she asks
"Fine" I say
She never asked me that before, what's with her sudden need to be friendly. It's probably the bruise on my cheek from the fight I got into with this other prisoner Tammy or Tonya don't really remember. She attacked me and I tried not to do anything, that's why she got to hit me. But then I figure that I don't want to get beat up everyday; my mom did enough of that. So I fought back, I didn't use my strength though, I'm proud of myself. I still knocked her out, now they think I'm some black belt martial artist. So hopefully they'll leave me alone now.
She still looking at the bruise that is fading too quickly, but hey, I can't help that.
It didn't hurt at all, but the bruise surprised me too.
"How are you adjusting here"?
"Well waking up at 5:30 every morning, doesn't really bother me, I'm not much for sleeping anyway"
"You don't sleep"
"Not really, I'm used to it, I only need like 2 to 4 hours. I'm an army brat remember."
"So you're on Military time?"
"Something like that"
She places the back of the pen gently on her lips. She's thinking of something, that much I could tell, probably trying to find a way for me to get me talk about the fight. But I was punished for that already, in the isolation cell. Don't see how that's a bad thing, it's just boring.
"And besides I have had enough sleeping to last me a lifetime"
"What do you mean"?
"I was in a coma for eight months"
"Really… why?"
"Read your file, it should be in there, it was just a couple weeks before I came here."
She smiles at me, cause I know she knows about that, more for her curiosity about my rapid recovery. I should tell her I switched bodies with someone, which ought a freak her out. I could see her face as I told her I was running in another person's body, which if I had just left on that plane, I would not be here right now. But that church story on the news made me stay, I don't even know why. I guess there is some of that hero blood still in me. Then B took her body back, she should it was hers.
"The thing that bothers me most is the one hour of fresh air a day. To me that's it's own punishment. I'm not one to sit still, I'm used to running"
"What are you running from?"
"Myself"
Time was up, so I jumped out off the couch and walked quickly to the door, waiting with my wrists out when the guards opened the door. I didn't even look back to see what she was doing. But it's not like I could escape, I'll be here again next week.
