The chopper hits the ground, dirt skidding off. For a moment no one said anything. I couldn't hear anything. I was blind folded and zip tied after the stunt I pulled. My thoughts were astray. I was crying, not because I was frightened and wanted to give up. But I was over-stimulated, everything happened too quickly and I couldn't comprehend.
It's one thing having a bad timing, but it's another thing having a bad timing and bad life altogether. How was I supposed to explain to them, that I wasn't a threat? How will I survive? How will I survive them?
The real deal hasn't even begun yet, they haven't even started questioning me yet. What will I say? Hello.. I just dropped here.. I don't know how! I can't say that. They'll .. and I'm hundred percent sure .. put me in mental asylum.
My knees were bouncing and I've bitten my lip so many times they've gotten raw now. Silence is worse than being looked with scrutinizing gaze. Atleast you know they don't like you. But with silence you don't know.. and unknown is worse. Always worse.
I heard loud footsteps and I was pulled off my seat like a rag doll. I didn't even protest because.. yes what's the point of wasting whatever energy I've left? With that said, I haven't had food in like.. 12 hours now. I'm sure if I'm stressed more than this, I'll pass out. I'm sure.
I hear price voice first,
"Bring her in. You know the drill."
Followed by footsteps, I was dragged down what seemed like chopper. I could still hear the blades rotating but it was least of my concern. Because I'm few seconds away from being bound. I'm sure they have cells for people like me. They'll treat me like prisoners, worse like a criminal of some sort.
I heard soap and gaz muttering about something and only heard a fragment of their conversations.
Soap said,
"..hoping we can get the truth Outta wee lass."
Gaz said,
"Same Jhonny."
Yes, ofcourse, the truth, the so call truth that I even don't know. And I am sure no one here does. They're as confused as I'm. But they're armed, trained for this. For this stress and everything. And me? The worst stress I've ever had was my pay check or maybe my exam.. this wasn't in my bucket list! But hey! First time for everything yeah!?
Only if I can put the blame on someone else and get the heck out of here. But it can't happen, because I'm the one to blame.
I was dragged until my feet weren't walking on my own. After walking for an eternity, it seems. We finally stopped and I heard a heavy metal door creak open. Am I really gonna get locked? Oh geez. Have mercy on me!!
I was pushed inside with such a force my legs fumbled and I fell down. My knees took the force of the fall and I hissed faintly. I tried to get up and was again dragged. Who the fuck keeps on dragging me anyways? Is it some soldier? Is it soap? Is it... Ghost?
We walked through some hallway it seemed. I could smell metal and rust. There was faint beeping and drop of liquid coming from somewhere. The air inside was heavy and moist. It seems as if we were in a basement. Yes I'm in a basement!! It has to be!!
As soon as the thought formed in me and I opened my mouth to say something gathering the courage. I heard the same gravelly heavy British voice near me.
"Don't. Anything you say will be used in the investigation and interrogation. You have right to be silent."
My mind went blank and my feets started to feel like jello. It's one thing to imagine and other thing to realisation actually dawn at you that you're actually under arrest. That you're actually gonna get locked up.
I bit my lip again and hissed faintly realising that I've actually torn my skin and it might be bleeding. I tried to form a thought any thought, anything to keep my mind out of the spiral.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried saying, "Am .. am I .. under arrest?"
My voice came out smaller and broken than intended to. It was hoarse from not using it for a long time.
There was a long silence, so long that I thought I wouldn't get a reply, but then he replied saying,
"Detained."
I gathered my courage more and asked, "what crime?"
There was another long beat of silence and then I heard an annoyed reply, "Anomaly."
I was breathing hard and my heart was hammering in my chest when I said, "Am I the .. anomaly?" Of course I was but I still asked. Just to confirm that I'm actually what I think I'm here.
Then I heard the scuffing of boots and opening of another metal gate and his reply came a short curt, "Aye."
My breath shuttered and I tried to think straight. Think.. think anything to get out of this situation!! Oh god! My minds not working right!!
I was again pushed somewhere and I stumbled barely balancing myself. He again dragged me and made me sit on a metal chair. The chair was unusually cold to my skin. I sat there silently while my mind was on fire. What should I do? Make small talk? Beg them? What's the right thing to do in such situations?
I heard receding footsteps and I couldn't help myself when I finally said, "Are you leaving me?" I asked in a small voice. Almost a plea.
Why was I even asking him that? Did I want him to stay near me? When he was also one of them?
I heard the footsteps stop and there was utmost silence. Only thing I could hear was faint buzzing of machines somewhere. Just when I thought he'd not reply like usual he said,
"You're under surveillance."
He said it as if he's warning me to hold my tongue. But why would he care?
Then I heard footsteps leaving. The metal door closed with a loud clack and my heart sank again.
The cold even though I was inside now, was biting. Not actually the cold but my mind had gone numb due to the force of overwhelming feelings. I'm locked up somewhere (blindfolded too) and alone!! And I don't know what comes next for me!!