6th Piece

This is the 4th post of the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post

After hiding Benny’s body behind a groaning crate I run through the halls bursting through doors trying to find Eric. I find myself being smiled at and people telling me that Benny wants to talk to me. Too bad he’s never going to be able to do that again. I say I’ll start looking for him and ask if they've seen Eric. They all reply no with the same smile on their faces as Benny had. I start to have less hope in finding Eric but convince myself to open one more door. I walk slowly down the hallways looking at each door. Some were covered in metal, fur, and jewels. They were all so fancy but one stuck out to me, it was white. No fancy colors or lights or sparkles, just white. I push slightly on the door and walk in slowly a fake smile planted on my face and brace myself for the pampering and smiling. I get greeted instead by a dark room with nothing but a wooden rocking chair and a stool right beside it. I was about to leave when I hear, “Come sit down. Don’t want to wear yourself out on the first day of your arrival do you?” “Who said that?” I ask glancing around. Suddenly there’s a flash of light and smoke. Once that clears there is an elderly lady sitting in the rocking chair. She doesn't have the same uniform as the others; which was a navy blue collared shirt and black pants. She was wearing a stunning red and gold dress that swooped and tucked in the most intricate and pretty ways that you know everything was made by hand. “Why, don’t you see me? I’m sitting in one of the only two chairs in the room,” she says with a very fragile and soft voice. “I see you,” I say quietly still awed by her entry. “Good then come and sit down.” I make my way to the stool which I now see has a cushion on it made of the same material as her dress. “I know what you've been up to today and I must say that it would have been something your mother would have done as well.” She says with a smile on her face. Not like the huge obviously fake smiles that are on the faces of everyone else but one that only raises the corners of her mouth into the faintest hint of a smile. Now I really look at her. I haven’t talked about my family since the accident and I need to know if I could share my family with this person I've never seen in my life or if  I should just walk out now, find Eric on my own, and leave the Agency again. She has white hair she wore in a braid that reached her waist, bright hazel eyes that twinkled when she talked about my mother, and a slim frame that looks so petite that she could be broken in two without the person fighting even trying. She made me have the urge to protect her, and I make the decision to trust.