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since I walked in the front door that day. I have done horrible things while in shock, but I have to get my shit together or I am dead now. “Okay, so what if I go and don’t succeed but am trying as hard as I can? I’m not the best at schoolwork.”
    His eyebrows lift and I notice he is checking out a watch on his wrist. “As long as you work hard, the corporation will fit you in where you fit best. If you work for it, then you should be good to go. Slack off and you are done. So what do you say?”
    I stare at him, still just blinking. I am not this stupid. I can think and talk, but I have been reacting now for months. I need to start moving again like I have a brain.
    I look at the government employee who has no name and give the only answer I can. “I’ll take that offer.”

A NEW START
    T he nameless government man leaves me in the waiting room and the guards come back in. They unchain me and escort me down the hall to another room. I am still in the prison jumpsuit but the things that I had been carrying when I was picked up are brought to me in a plastic evidence bag.
    The guards stay with me but I am not chained up again. I am still wearing the hand and leg cuffs. But I don’t feel like a chained monster now. The guards have been good all the way through and professional. Never once did I have an “accident” nor did I ever get treated like the scum that I am.
    I don’t know why I feel better, and I don’t care. I am not chained up.
    Life still does not mean anything to me and I keep hearing the voices screaming for me, begging for me to help.
    But for now I am not going to join them and see their fear and hatred because I was not there for them.
    Three large men in suits come into the room. They all look the same to me, with short hair and dark glasses. The man in the lead looks at the guards and says, “Please release him.” The guard comes over and un-cuffs my legs and then my hands.
    I stay sitting and watch the men in the suits. They don’t seem threatening either. No one appears to be threatening me at all; this is not what I expected.
    The first man throws me a package with clothes in it and says, “Put these on quickly; we have to go.” Then he ignores me. He has that look of someone communicating with their implants.
    I get changed quickly. These are not my clothes, as those were soaked and ruined with blood. But these clothes are okay and they are all my size. The jeans feel good and the fleece hoodie was always my favourite type. There’s a pair of generic running shoes that fit unlike the prison shoes.
    I even have a generic baseball hat and sunglasses. I put the sunglasses in the pocket of my hoodie and stand up, feeling nervous.
    This isn’t the way it’s supposed to go. They aren’t supposed to tease me like this with my freedom. Just sentence me and send me away or execute me.
    The suits take a minute to talk amongst themselves while I stand there fidgeting. Then they turn to me.
    “We are going to walk out now. You will stay in the middle and not talk or make eye contact. The press is all over the building, so we are going right out the front door. Not wearing the sunglasses is likely a better choice when dealing with the media.” He stops and looks me in the eyes. At least I think he is, as I can’t see him behind the glasses.
    “You are NOT to talk to anyone or say anything to anyone. Do you understand this?”
    I nod yes and keep my mouth shut.
    The guards have been quietly standing there the whole time. At a nod from the leader, one of the guards opens the door and the other guard leads us out. The three suited men form a triangle around me and I hear the door closing and then the last guard’s footsteps behind us as we slowly walk down the cinder-block hallway.
    We come to the end of the hallway and I am used to turning right and heading to one of the small courts. We turn left and, after a few paces, take another left. We come to a steel security door and stop.
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