Chapter 3
Bryon Swain came out and snapped, "Bring her in." I walked in and was shoved into a chair. Bryon slapped a clipboard onto the desk and he growled, "Okay, spill it. What is your real story? There are o documents of your life, none at all." Rolling my amber eyes, and snorted, "Oh yeah, like I'll tell you pipsqueak. I'd die before I give you any information." He balled his fists up and yowled, "Throw her in the cell next to the vermin!" The officers picked me up by the arms and dragged me to my new cell next to Wisteria. Once they threw me in, the officers slammed the door shut and snickered. Closing my eyes, I slid to the ground and leaned the back of my head against the cement wall. I heard Wisteria crying, and wanted to comfort her, but I didn't know how.
I blinked opened my eyes and whispered ever so softly, "It's okay, dear. Close your eyes, release your worries. Soar in the air, wild and free. Tame yourself and don't let anyone control you. Just close your eyes. You and I'll be safe and sound. When you wake, a new day comes. Filled with adventure, along with new troubles. Come night, will signal the end of the day; and dawn comes the beginning of a new day." Tears streamed down my face, remembering that was what my surrogate mother sang to me and her sons before we fell asleep…
I folded my knees up toward my chest and held them there with my arms. Burying my head in my knees, I cried silently. Wishing that she and/or my real mom was there to comfort me. I looked up, my face red and puffy. Darkness fell over the cell, but I didn't move to my cot. Curling up on the cold, hard cement floor, I drifted into an uneasy slumber.
