[Read my revision FIRST! Not this version! The storyline has altered a lot!] UNEDITED
After being captured by a sinister organization because of their telepathic abilities, an American and Pakistani fall in love as they fight for their lives.
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*Luna*
I was having one of those days where I was screwing up on almost every activity that I was given and anything that I was doing. Re-shelving books in the library. They fell right out of my hand. Dropping my plate of food onto the ground before reaching Cami at the table we were sitting at during lunch. Now, it was the Arts and Craft room. I couldn't seem to paste or glue any of my designs together for Cami's wreath for her door. They had nine of us in here working on designing all the archways with decorations in the corridors for Visitor's Day, and I couldn't seem to do one simple project.
Why?
Dr. Kim.
My limit for being in this place was maxing out. And he will wish he never laid eyes on me. The other day, the shower turned off before I rinsed out my hair full of conditioner. Then today, I was walking out of my bedroom door and it smacked me right in the face. And to top it off, as I was about to join a game of dodgeball that the other ladies like to play, I had five balls hit me on my body, hitting my face and breast.
My boobs hurt.
Either I was becoming a nutcase by being stuck in here, or I've been overtaking the medication they were giving me. I was definitely missing the outside world, and my daughter. I was getting burnt out.
The only good thing about today so far was waking up and not feeling groggy like before. Those pills had me nauseated and drowsy last night. And Amir couldn't connect to me. But luckily I had Faisal there to talk to me and relay conversations between us. At least that was something good for once.
However, Faisal being the funny guy he was, he kept relaying things neither I nor Amir said. I know I felt Amir getting agitated with him, especially when he'd tell Amir that I said something intimate and personal and joke with him about it. That's the one thing these pills couldn't take away from us—our emotions. When I was feeling sad, Amir knew it. When I was feeling happy, he sensed it. And when I was feeling disorientated, he knew how to help me. He'd bring up hypothetical scenarios about our future, and he'd pull me out of the dark places inside my mind.
Lost in my thoughts, I was startled when I heard a voice behind me as I seemed to have forgotten why I was standing near the Arts and Crafts door.
"You have several doorways to decorate, Carlyle," Nurse Smith said to me, staring into my eyes. "You should get to it. Especially before your session with Dr. Kim."
I gave her a mean stare and watched as she carried several items from one table to the next. I know I need to continue my projects, and I almost opened my mouth, but in a few days I'll be away from her for a while. I will officially be on the Orange Security floor, driving myself crazy, climbing the walls.
