Violet was only left with two other people, all of which were looking between the other and her, as if waiting for someone to do something. Something just wasn't right and Violet was getting angry because she couldn't figure it out. What Stella had said just before she left made her want to relax, made her want to feel safe, but her gut was telling it that it just wasn't possible. Stella is a sweet person, especially kind and trustworthy, but she sees the good in everyone, that's not a good thing. Sometimes people like that make up the good things that they see to cover up the dark things that are just as obvious.
When Stella left, she was all smiles. But then the others left and things just kept getting worse. It was as if the weight on everyone's shoulders was getting heavier and heavier. When Violet's name was called, she stood up slowly and followed the woman with the same amount of caution. When the doors closed behind her, everything just felt so surreal. There was nothing, no life or color, just a few bland paintings on the wall, but nothing else.
It all made Violet uncomfortable.
The woman led her to some man, his face looked familiar and Violet filed through her memory until she remembered his name. Cesar Graves, headmaster of Horizon, the one who started all of this. When his eyes focused on her, his body seemed to tense and his body language became extremely closed off.
The woman started talking, introducing herself and Graves, and Violet made sure to listen intently to every single word. Whenever Graves looked away from her, Violet would make eye contact with the woman. But neither were comfortable with eye contact, which was a huge red flag to the college student. Tense and wary, Violet pressed her hand against her cellphone and tried to copy the material, plastic was better than skin. But the more she tried to absorb, the less she felt. It was as if she wasn't absorbing the material at all. Confused, Violet looked down at her arm and her eyes widened, it was still normal, still human.
Now something was wrong. But, when Violet looked up, the woman was already in the process of pressing something to her mouth. Feeling threatened and trapped, Violet reached towards the woman's wrist and grabbed it, trying to absorb the metal of the woman's watch. To her horrible realization, still nothing happened. The man staid back, obviously more of a person for show than for dirty work, and just watched as the woman dressed in white used her other hand to press Violet's face into the wet fabric. Violet was hoping for her flight or fight response to kick in, to give her strength because she desperately needed it, but instead she got weaker and weaker, until everything was just cloudy and muffled.
Then there was just nothing at all.
