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on the table. I fixed my eyes on the name on the tab, it was mine. It was my file. I could tell by the state of the paper that it wasn’t exactly new. The folder was almost an inch thick, there appeared to be at least fifty to one hundred sheets of paper inside, possibly more. How could they have enough information about me to fill one hundred sheets of paper? I was dying to reach across the table to grab it.
”Why do I have a file?”
Friedrich looked at me indignantly and scoffed, “Everyone has a file.”
His face started to melt and the outer edge of his silhouette became blurry, he became nothing more than an accumulation of pulsating colors. I blinked my eyes trying to restore focus but the room seemed suddenly to be covered in a blue-grey haze. The furniture and fixtures had more dimension than normal and the bits of energy that made up each object were gently vibrating, I could feel myself sliding down into the chair. The room went dark.
I was shaking. Someone was shaking me. It was Friedrich. Friedrich’s face, just inches from mine, I could feel the heat of his breath on the side of my forehead. He was swatting me on the side of the cheek. “Wake up, wake up!” he said, half demanding, half pleading.
Marko reentered the room with a glass of water. He moved slowly toward me, looking hard into my eyes, I could tell he was wondering if I was really going to be all right. I tried to smile, but my face muscles weren’t completely responsive and I feared I had made a terrible half smile, the kind of slobbery half smile you make to the receptionist as you pass her desk on your way out of the Dental Clinic. He helped me back into my chair, his mouth opened and I waited for him to say something, he looked to see what Friedrich was doing and bit his lip to stop himself from speaking. Friedrich clasped his hands together in front of him, tilted his head to one side and watched impatiently as I took several slow sips of the water. Each time the glass was placed back on the table I could see him tense and lean forward as he tried to decide whether or not it was the right time to resume.
“I’m giving you the chance to tell us everything,” he said finally. “Of course… there’s a chance that we may already know everything there is to know,” he continued. Perhaps he did already know everything there was to know. I felt weak and ill prepared to hold him off, if he already knew about the girl, shouldn’t I just tell him the truth? Was there really anything wrong with what we’d done so far?
“Stop!” Anja’s voice poured into my head. “No one must know about the girl! Images of the filthy orphanage flooded my mind. “No one must know about the girl.”
“I don’t know what you want from me.”
“We just want you to tell the truth.”
“I’d love to tell the truth,” I answered cynically, “just tell me what you want the truth to be about.”
“The truth about your involvement in the kidnapping,” he replied.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
The door opened slowly, the young woman that had been attending the front desk walked to the table, she approached cautiously, the way a beaten dog approaches its abusive owner. Never quite sure what reaction they’ll get, afraid to come close, but knowing that to choose not to would have far worse consequences. Her arm moved slowly from her side, her hand gingerly grasping the edge of a piece of paper, I feared she was holding it too loosely, so loosely that she might drop it before it got to him and I held my breath hoping she wouldn’t. She moved her arm until the note was placed directly in front of Friedrich, she winced and turned her head away from him.
“What is it now?” he snapped as he snatched the note from her hand.
She turned quickly and disappeared before he had a chance to look up again.
“Well, well, well,” he gloated. “What do we have here?”
He leaned back in his seat, his elbow on the table holding
”Why do I have a file?”
Friedrich looked at me indignantly and scoffed, “Everyone has a file.”
His face started to melt and the outer edge of his silhouette became blurry, he became nothing more than an accumulation of pulsating colors. I blinked my eyes trying to restore focus but the room seemed suddenly to be covered in a blue-grey haze. The furniture and fixtures had more dimension than normal and the bits of energy that made up each object were gently vibrating, I could feel myself sliding down into the chair. The room went dark.
I was shaking. Someone was shaking me. It was Friedrich. Friedrich’s face, just inches from mine, I could feel the heat of his breath on the side of my forehead. He was swatting me on the side of the cheek. “Wake up, wake up!” he said, half demanding, half pleading.
Marko reentered the room with a glass of water. He moved slowly toward me, looking hard into my eyes, I could tell he was wondering if I was really going to be all right. I tried to smile, but my face muscles weren’t completely responsive and I feared I had made a terrible half smile, the kind of slobbery half smile you make to the receptionist as you pass her desk on your way out of the Dental Clinic. He helped me back into my chair, his mouth opened and I waited for him to say something, he looked to see what Friedrich was doing and bit his lip to stop himself from speaking. Friedrich clasped his hands together in front of him, tilted his head to one side and watched impatiently as I took several slow sips of the water. Each time the glass was placed back on the table I could see him tense and lean forward as he tried to decide whether or not it was the right time to resume.
“I’m giving you the chance to tell us everything,” he said finally. “Of course… there’s a chance that we may already know everything there is to know,” he continued. Perhaps he did already know everything there was to know. I felt weak and ill prepared to hold him off, if he already knew about the girl, shouldn’t I just tell him the truth? Was there really anything wrong with what we’d done so far?
“Stop!” Anja’s voice poured into my head. “No one must know about the girl! Images of the filthy orphanage flooded my mind. “No one must know about the girl.”
“I don’t know what you want from me.”
“We just want you to tell the truth.”
“I’d love to tell the truth,” I answered cynically, “just tell me what you want the truth to be about.”
“The truth about your involvement in the kidnapping,” he replied.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
The door opened slowly, the young woman that had been attending the front desk walked to the table, she approached cautiously, the way a beaten dog approaches its abusive owner. Never quite sure what reaction they’ll get, afraid to come close, but knowing that to choose not to would have far worse consequences. Her arm moved slowly from her side, her hand gingerly grasping the edge of a piece of paper, I feared she was holding it too loosely, so loosely that she might drop it before it got to him and I held my breath hoping she wouldn’t. She moved her arm until the note was placed directly in front of Friedrich, she winced and turned her head away from him.
“What is it now?” he snapped as he snatched the note from her hand.
She turned quickly and disappeared before he had a chance to look up again.
“Well, well, well,” he gloated. “What do we have here?”
He leaned back in his seat, his elbow on the table holding
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