Sunidesus Speaks

"But I don't want to go!" her hands described a frantic pattern in the air between the pair.

With exaggerated mouth movements, an overly forceful voice, and halting hands the man started slowly, "Your mother and I have explained this to you already! We know what's best for you. All the experts say that the doctors here are the best. They'll make you normal!"

"I'm already normal! You just can't accept me the way I am!" She tore away from him and started running. Away from the building that terrified her, away from the man who wanted to change her. Hoping with every step to escape his judgment. What right did they have to decree that she needed to be fixed? What had she done to deserve this invasion of her very being?

Without warning hands grabbed her from behind pulling her to a stop. She tried to scream, but no one heard her, or else they just didn't care. As they dragged her past her father she tried to beg for mercy, but they held her hands and stopped her voice. It seemed that the harder she struggled the more determined they became to keep her, to stifle her.

The doors opened and the building swallowed her whole. Inside, a cavernous room greeted the group. As she was strapped into a wheelchair her father stopped and began to fill out the paperwork that would keep her here. She tried to reach him one last time, but he wouldn't look. In her final effort she cried out. He turned, smiled, and signed his name.

Her body became limp and she began to shake as sobs gripped her. He was really going through with it. The walls, blurred through her tears, continued for what seemed like miles. Lights flashed overhead, piercing her eyes with a strength that was almost palpable.

Finally the small, sad, caravan slowed, stopping before a metal gate. The men, her guards, caught the eye of the short severe woman on the other side. Her clipboard snapped up and she became a flurry of activity. Papers were passed through the gate, signatures exchanged, and finally the gate lifted. It slammed into the ceiling; the vibrations traveled through the walls, into the floor, and finally broke the girl from her shock. She began to struggle once again, but the restraints of the wheelchair held without giving even an inch. The bite of the leather twisted and squeezed her flesh, but in her desperation she couldn't feel, desiring only to be let free.

Careless hands shoved her forward, the gate falling back to the floor behind her.

to be continued...