Chapter 6

   "Okay, question one. Why are you in the facility?"
   "That's easy. I'm in here because I'm not allowed out."
   Charlotte grimaced. "Funny. What's the reason you were sent here?"
   "For drugs. One too many public disturbances and one too many laws broken." I watched as she wrote this down on her pad of paper.
   "Alright. What exactly got you started on drugs?"
   I sighed. "You know, I don't know. I'm probably going to have to guess...people like you?" I looked to see her reaction. All she did was stare at her pad of paper.
   I rolled my eyes. "It wasn't peer pressure, if that's what you're asking."
   "Then what was it?"
   "Hate? Depression? Denial? I don't know, you choose one."
   "Denial of what?"
   "Is that one of the questions you were assigned, or is it out of curiosity?"
   "Curiosity," she replied.
   "Then denial of nothing."
   I heard her sigh. "Is this because of your so called situation?"
   "Sure," I said.
   "How long are you supposed to stay in your so called facility?"
   "Until I die." I turned onto my stomach and looked at her. "You know your eyes aren't green."
   She narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me?"
   I pointed and squinted. "Your eyes, they have gold in them too, around the irises."
   "You weren't even looking at me."
   I turn back onto my back. "Next question?"
   "What are the daily things that happen-"
   "Let's not talk about me anymore," I interrupted, sitting up.
   "That's the point of this project though." She was getting irritated. I could see it in the way her eyes were looking at me.
   "How are you Charlotte?"
   "What?" She looked taken aback.
   I raised my eyebrows. "How are you?"
   "I'm just fine."
   "Well that's great. Now, how are you?"
   She exhaled loudly. "Could you please stop and just let me get this over with?"
   "Why? You'll miss me."
   Charlotte placed her pen gently on her pad of paper. "I'm already regretting this."
   "Did you have a choice in the matter?"
   "I did, actually."
   I cross my feet. "Maybe we should just talk. No taking notes, no asking assigned questions. I think it'll go smoother that way."
   "If I don't take notes then I won't remember."
   I tilt my head and narrow my gaze. "Then what's the point of this?"
   She sighed and tucked some of her hair behind her ear. "You're right." She rested her pad of paper and pen on the bedside table and sat criss-cross applesauce on the bed beside me. "Let's just, talk."
   I smile. "I'm having a hunch that you haven't talked before."
   "F**k you. Now, what's up with this whole situation thing?"
   I frown. "I made it clear I didn't want to talk about it."
   "Can't you just let me know what it is?"
   "I don't trust you enough for that. I don't think there will be enough time for that trust to develop either."
   "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
   "Can we just, change the subject?" I begin the process of making a circle on my stomach.
   "Why are you making circles on your stomach?"
   I lick my lips. "It calms me."
   "So you're stressed right now?"
   I look at her. "Yes, perhaps because you're interrogating me."
   "You're the one who wanted to talk," she said, irritated again.
   "You're right. I wanted to talk, not answer a bunch of dumb questions."
   Charlotte threw her hands up in the air. "Well what do you want me to do for Christ's sake?"
   I leaned close to her face. "Relax, for one. And stop getting all offended."
   "Fine."
   I heard a soft knock on the door and I leaned away from Charlotte. Drew appeared. "Hey Charlotte, time for you to go. I'll take you back to your group."
  She grabbed her pen and paper and stood up.
  I smiled. "Talk to you tomorrow."
  "Whatever." And with that, both her and Drew had disappeared on the other side of the door.

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