14th Piece

This is the 12th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.

I start to remember and tears spring into my eyes. The crashing, the burning, the crying out for help, and the feeling of helplessness. It’s all too much. I look up at the ceiling and start playing with the new bracelet that I got from the guard. It shocks my wrist when he, or they, need me. I stare at it wondering when it’s going to buzz again. It’s made of metal with a gold strap running down one side where the shocks come from. It seems pretty sound except for this one square shaped part near the gold. It looks like it was put on after the bracelet was made because it doesn't go around smoothly. My first thought was tracking device. Once my paranoia, which can be very helpful in some situations, created that thought I've been trying to get rid of it pretty much all day every day. I’m mindlessly picking at it now, when it starts to buzz. I sit up instantly, heart pounding. That thing scares the life out of me every time. I come out of my room slowly. Opening the door a crack, inch by inch I make my way out. Once I’m in the open the guard grabs my arm and says gruffly with a tip of the head, “Audra.” “Guard,” I say with a mimicking voice and a tip of the head. We walk down the hallway, and as usual I start my round of questions. Some of them being... “Where’s Eric?” “Where are we going?” “What’s your name?” “How long have you been here?” “Were you sentenced here like me?” and others, but with each question he simply looks forward, not showing anything. He’s usually holding onto my arm when he takes me places and sometimes when I ask him a personal question he squeezes my arm a little tighter without realizing. Occasionally I think it must be fun having this job, being able to hang out with me and all, but other times he looks so lonely and sad that it makes me think again of all the things that the Agency has done to me and what they probably have done to him too. He is human after all...right?