[ RE ] - A character who struggles to understand .

Sitting in a room surrounded by tall men in black suits, i ca n't help but feel that i'm in some sort of trouble. Thoughts of what i might have done fly through my mind and play out on the white table i'm staring into. Running through a field, vegetation slashing at my arms and legs, each stride bringing me to safety, i turn and see the tall men in black suits following, getting closer and closer behind me. I ca n't remember what i did, but i know it was wrong. I trip on something and almost lose my footing, but suddenly beside me i have a friend. He catches me and helps me up and we run together. He smiles and yells encouragements to me. My partner in crime grabs my hand and we run. I keep telling myself not to turn back, they will get me if i do. The need to know overwhelms my better judgement and i turn. In that moment i cease to be a girl running for safety, and become a girl falling to the ground. Almost in slow motion, i catch the last glimpse of my friend, smiling at me and still holding my hand as i fall. It seems strange that he is n't also falling but any thought of that is smothered by the dirt rushing up to hit my face. I struggle to get up or turn around, but the weight of the tall men in black suits is crushing. The earthy taste in my mouth mingles with a metallic tang as i try to scream out. Then there is nothing. Just this room with the tall men in black suits. A white table in front of me and a cup of coffee. As much as i do n't trust them or the coffee, at this point i'm as good as dead anyway, so what's the harm in a cup of potentially poisoned coffee? The hot, dark flavor stings something on my tongue, and burns my throat on the way down. I struggle not to scream, i had screamed enough already in the field. I wait for the drugged coffee to take its course, so i can just let go and escape this room. I look down at my dress and notice for the first time how dirty and ripped it is. My favorite date dress. All at once i'm angry and confused. Why would i wear my date dress to do what i did? The dirt and blood smeared on it was obviously from when i was tackled by the men in black suits. Upon closer inspection, the dress was ruined. Anger flares and i pick up my cup, throwing it across the room, hitting a glass panel and slamming my hand back down on the table. A dagger of pain slices up my arm, and i lose all control over my emotions. I start to cry. Slowly at first, then louder sobs as i hug the table. The men in black suits around me look slightly embarrassed by my tears, but i really do n't give a fuck. Let them stand there uncomfortable. They did this to me. A door opens and through the entry way i see my friend being shoved into another room, still smiling. She walks into the room, a stranger and yet familiar at the same time. Sitting down next to me she waits for me to take a breath so she can cut through my sobbing. She asks me if i know why i'm here. I glare at her and ask her about my friend. Where are they taking him, what is going to happen to him. Her look of confusion is puzzling but it disappears quickly. She asks me again if i know what i'm doing here. I tell her about the corn field and how her men in black suits stopped me from escaping. I tell her about the dirt in my mouth and the drugs in the coffee and the holes in my favorite dress. I tell her everything because why do i care? I'm here now and they will never let me leave. I did something bad and i have to be punished. After i finish she sits there quietly for a while and asks me again if i know why i'm here, if i remember what happened in the cornfield. I tell her i've told her everything i know, and all i know is that i'm in trouble. She reaches across the table and grabs my hand lightly. 
 
 
 
 
 “ You're not in trouble. You're safe. Our agents were following a suspect we believed to be a serial killer, responsible for the rape and murder of thirteen women throughout the country. The friend you described is that suspect. We apprehended him while he was assaulting you. Do you understand? ” 
 
 
 
 
 Staring at the table, the memories started to fall into me like rain. But it was n't me, none of that happened to me, it was some other girl. I start to shake my head and regret throwing the coffee cup at the window. How can i be sure i drank enough of it for the drugs to work? I put my head down on the table and close my eyes, waiting for the poison to take its course. I had done something wrong, and i was going to be punished.
