August 4, 2013
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A pen clicked. "You mentioned once that your parents seemed to direct most of their attention to your younger sister. How did that make you feel?"
Chrissy cocked one of her eyebrows, trading glances with the potted plant on the window sill. "Indifferent."
Some papers rustled. "Really? That seems to be a frequent answer of yours."
If you slump low enough, the nape of your neck becomes perfectly level with the very top of the back of the couch chair. "My first assumption in life is that I'm generally ignored. I have yet to've seen this as a disadvantage."
There was some scribbling before the setting down of a pen.
"You know, most people lie through their teeth just for an attempt to get out of here."
"I think people like to do it; I think they get pleasure from it."
Chrissy's right arm jumped in its place on the arm rest and her left eye twitched for a second in outrage towards the window sill. She had blinked.
Comments (1)
what a disturbing little scene. I know I WOULD lie through my teeth rather than have someone invade my mind and soul, unasked-for. Not to seak of my freedom taken away. I often wonder what lies I'd make up. But what to do if they detect the lies and insist that I lie? Or insinuate it when I don't? undress and rip my veins open, or take all the drugs they have? Will I win (as in die as a whole person), or will some security guy tear my pants down to inject haldol into my ass and strap me down? Hang myself? It's probabaly better when you wait a little ad let them guess what their mistake was...even though they never make mistakes, apart from not controlling their lab rats enough. they must have bedsheets and night gowns at least. Can I manipulate them enough to let me be fee for a couple of hours and escape and get a new identity in some non-european country? I don't know what you thought when you wrote this, but every reader projects their own thoughts onto the text.You are a great writer.
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