I was running across a grocery store parking lot in the rain, escaping something.
I got into an SUV or van that was waiting for me, and we were sitting.
I saw a boy I recognized as someone who had helped me, and I motioned him over to get into the van.
Then I was at work, and I had him with me.
I was pretending like everything was normal, like no one could see him- if they did see him, they acted like they didn't.
I was initially just going to go thru the motions, and show up, and leave without clocking in but then I knew it would've been pointless for me to show up at all.
And since I hadn't requested off, I needed to do at least something.
I knew they would let me leave early, if I explained myself, but I felt obligated to at least do something.
My plan was just do billing, quick, and leave, and so I started to work but never took my coat off.
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Thursday, February 16, 2012
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Hidden In Plain Sight
There were three of us for certain, possibly four.
We were somewhere we didn't belong. Everything was white, a hospital building of sorts.
A type of place that if we were found, it would result in worse than getting "kicked out."Whether we were captured and thus trying to escape, or if we were there to figure out who was behind the scenes; is unclear. But the end result was fearful nonetheless.
So far we were doing well to blend in with everyone else milling around.
Most of the "others" were aware that we were different, but they did nothing about it.
They just ignored or avoided us.
But one girl I was able to actually talk to, to get a better idea of the layout and what went on in the building.
The room she was in, was very similar to a cafeteria, except there was a wall with a multitude of hooks on it.
Possibly, meat hooks, in fact. Though for more intimidating purposes than what would be served for lunch.
Towards the end of the talking with the girl, she started getting wary and fearful.
I didn't want her agitated, or harmed for talking to me, so I stopped questioning her although there was still much to be known.
We were somewhere we didn't belong. Everything was white, a hospital building of sorts.
A type of place that if we were found, it would result in worse than getting "kicked out."Whether we were captured and thus trying to escape, or if we were there to figure out who was behind the scenes; is unclear. But the end result was fearful nonetheless.
So far we were doing well to blend in with everyone else milling around.
Most of the "others" were aware that we were different, but they did nothing about it.
They just ignored or avoided us.
But one girl I was able to actually talk to, to get a better idea of the layout and what went on in the building.
The room she was in, was very similar to a cafeteria, except there was a wall with a multitude of hooks on it.
Possibly, meat hooks, in fact. Though for more intimidating purposes than what would be served for lunch.
Towards the end of the talking with the girl, she started getting wary and fearful.
I didn't want her agitated, or harmed for talking to me, so I stopped questioning her although there was still much to be known.
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