What’s going on? I was escaping this place. Why did I follow the head counsellor into his office? I’m trapped. The door is locked. He’s moving towards me. I’m beginning to really panic now. Whatever is going on is starting to seem a whole lot less innocent.
“What do you want from me?” I plastered my back against the door. Just as the head counsellor came close he turned to the small bench beside him.
“I want your help. Tea?” I noticed on the small bench a warm pot of tea and a couple of cups.
“What?” I uttered in confusion.
“Do you want a cup of tea? I thought you’d like one while we discuss your possible future position in my organisation.” Suddenly the situation seemed a whole lot less threatening. I was confused, especially about the mention of a job... “Cat got your tongue? Don’t worry. I’ll pour you one but you don’t have to drink it. How does that sound? Please take a seat.” The head counsellor poured the tea and brought it to his desk. I cautiously returned to the chair but didn’t sit.
“I don’t understand what’s going on here.” I told him and he grinned.
“Well, sit down and I’ll explain everything.” He moved my cup of tea closer to my chair. I sat. “Yesterday I found your diary, and forgive me, I read it just to find out who it belonged to so I could return it.” I sat stiffly in the chair watching him closely as I listened. “Reading these entries I was impressed by the author’s skill at recording data. You may not know this but this camp is built on a research facility and I’ve been in need of a new employee to make such accurate recordings which is why I brought you here.” He paused and slowly sipped at his tea.
“Why did you read it to me? Asking questions and not giving it back?” I debated. Something still didn’t seem right.
“Well I wanted conformation that the diary was yours. Also I wanted to understand this one topic which seemed a little cloudy to me. I want you to understand that if I were to employ you to my organisation then I will pay off your uni dept and help you pay for your very own unit. I understand your need to be independent.”
“You’d do that?” He’d grant me independence? A job? I could start doing what I want and living how I want to live! “What do you mean if you were to employ me?” Was he offering me the job or not?
“I would break you free from you dependence on others but only if I deem you suitable for the job.” Didn’t he already say I was the person for the job? I gave him a quizzical look. “My only concern is that your documenting skills are not consistent. I am willing to believe this phenomenon is truly indescribably to the point that you have recorded if you can convince me of what you are referring to.” He smiled as he saw me relax into the chair a bit.
“You mean the voices? I mean Forrest’s voice when he doesn’t open his mouth?” That could be hard to explain... but if it’ll make me independent then I’ll convince him of what I experienced.
Dear Diary
The past 24 hours have been a blur of emotion and confusing events. I’m glad that in the end I was able to have you back from the head counsellor. I don’t know what I would have done if he hadn’t found you. I’ll have to admit without the routine of writing my entries I was a little muddle minded. Probably thinking and acting a little irrationally. It’s embarrassing now to think how scared I was in the head counsellor’s office last night. There I was succumbing to everyone’s suspicions of the head counsellor when he was actually very kindly trying to offer me a job. Now here I am, finally, Miss Independent! I have a job at the head counsellor’s research facility at the camp site and he’s even going to pay off my uni fees and loan me money for my own unit!! It’s so exciting! I also received a package last night from dad with new clothes and everything! Finally everything is going good for me. And it’s all thanks to you diary! If I hadn’t written in you all the time and if I hadn’t lost you only to be found by the head counsellor then I’d still be tied down by my parents and studies.
This morning I had to get up early so the head counsellor could teach me the technicalities of the job. There’s a whole lab underground with observation rooms and everything! Apparently something did happen at the camp ten years ago and something strange might have happened to the people there, which is why they’ve all returned. The head counsellor has set up the lab to find out what happened to the people. He said they might have been traumatised so we need to keep some of them secure in the cells or they might become dangerous. I know one person who’s already become dangerous. Jaclyn!! I told the counsellor about what’s she’s done (not that it needed to be said, the obvious bad hair cut explained a lot). It turns out that he’s already secured her so she doesn’t get worse around camp. Things just keep getting better. The head counsellor is so nice and understanding. He said I could have my revenge on her.
This is probably the best job I could ever ask for right now! It’s so me. I have my own white lab coat and a proper id tag that I can swipe at locked doors and have access! Oh! Also I have my own private bedroom and bathroom just beside the lab! It’s so cool! I hope I get to see Forrest, Chloe and Dylan soon. They’d love to find out that the head counsellor is an okay guy, though the counsellor said not to go up to the campsite just yet. Not that I have much time to. I have lots of work to do down here. Speaking of work; I should get back to Jaclyn.
Standing outside Jaclyn’s cell watching her cry... I guess I do feel a little sorry for her, but I can’t help smiling. I briefly looked over the report I’d written on my clip board then heard the passage door open. Looking up I saw the head counsellor and to my surprise Forrest. I greeted them with a big smile and the head counsellor asked about Jaclyn. I replied to him as I wonder why Forrest was here. I didn’t know he worked for the head counsellor too. Or maybe he was only just hired. I wonder what for. Forrest was acting very uncertain about everything. He especially seemed surprised to see me here.
“You look surprised.” I said to Forrest.
“What happened to you?” He asked as if I’d changed dramatically. I didn’t think a white lab coat could have that effect.
“The head counsellor offered me a job.” I explained to him. Though I thought it was obvious.
“A job?” His reaction confused me a little bit. It wasn’t that outrageous was it? It actually made me laugh.
“You act like that’s a bad thing. Honestly, I don’t know why everyone seems to be scared of the head counsellor. He’s not that bad.” I saw the head counsellor chuckle behind Forrest. It seemed he even had a sense of humour. I never thought a boss could seem so much like a friend. Is calling the head counsellor a friend now going too far? I don’t know... but I do feel like we have become closer in understanding each other.
“But...he...” I was starting to feel a little concerned for Forrest. He was acting stranger and stranger. Could he really be so head strong not to believe that I could actually be good enough to work for the head counsellors organisation?
“I never knew that this camp was really a research facility. The head counsellor recognised my talents in cataloguing information and thought I would be the perfect employee for his organisation. Plus, he’s offering to pay the rest of my university fees and he’s willing to loan me some money to get my own unit!” I tried to explain it clearly to Forrest but it just seemed to make him even angrier. Was he one of the people affected by the event ten years ago? I didn’t know he could become dangerous. He couldn’t! I’m sure. “Independence, Forrest. The head counsellor is enabling me to be independent. That matters more to me than what I used to think about this camp.” Forrest turned to the head counsellor. The head counsellor remained calm. At that moment I had to borrow some of his calm to try to understand the situation.
“She’s the perfect employee. She tries really hard around here, you know.” That made me feel better. Until Forrest suddenly threw a fist at him! Thankfully the head counsellor was prepared and disabled Forrest’s attack. The head counsellor said something to Forrest but it was too quiet for me to hear. Perhaps I could ask him later what it was because it completely calmed Forrest down. I’d hate to see Forrest end up in one of these cells. Though if he did I know it would be for the best.
The head counsellor left me to my work directing Forrest away again. Just as he left through the doors he mentioned a new patient that I might be interested in looking at. I wonder who it could be. I mean, I recognise most of the people down here as being seemingly normal people from the camp. The fact that the head counsellor thought I’d be interested in this one... I must know them. And it’s not Jaclyn. Actually that’s got me a little concerned. I should check it out.
I walked down the passage to the small check in desk where I had to file my reports and where these people were recorded as they were checked in. I looked at the check-in book. Nothing that day. I wonder what he was talking about then... Suddenly I was startled by one of the guards standing behind me.
“Sorry, I didn’t know you were there.” I stepped back.
“No problem. I just need the check-in book.” The guard stepped towards the desk. He looked at me up and down with a grin. “My name’s Darren. What’s yours?” Was this guy into me? It made me blush a bit.
“Mary.” I replied as I waited to see if he was checking someone in.
“I haven’t seen you around before. How about getting to know each other over lunch?” He had the pen in one hand hovering over the book but he wasn’t writing. I wasn’t so sure about his intentions with me either. Sure he wasn’t too bad looking but still, he wasn’t my type. Actually the whole situation was making me feel quite adult. I could make my own decision here and don’t have to worry about my parents. Darren was still waiting for an answer.
“Oh, uh. Maybe. Depends how busy I’ll be.” He looked down at the book and began to write down the details.
“So you’re not interested?” He asked. At that moment I glanced at the new text in the book: Cell B3 Dylan...
“NO!” I gasped and turned to run. I swiped my id card and pushed through the doors. I headed straight for hall B and counted to cell 3. I was so rushed that when I arrived I almost smashed my face against the window to see in. Dylan was lying on a small military bed. His eyes were closed. “Dylan?” I knocked on the window but got no response. Dylan? Dangerous? Really? That was one of the hardest things to imagine. Even in the food fight I’m sure I saw him sitting under a table passively. Could he have snapped and thrown his computer at someone? Dylan was probably the last person I would have imagined ending up in one of these cells. I’m actually surprised now that Chloe isn’t down here. Wait! Dylan is awake. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around hazily. I quickly went to unlock his door to talk with him but I felt a strong hand on my shoulder.
“I wouldn’t go in there right now if I were you.” I turned to see the head counsellor.
“What happened to him? Can’t I talk to him? He’s my friend.”
“He was just brought down here for attacking two people. I don’t want him to hurt you too.” The head counsellor sounded really concerned for me. It was actually starting to strike me as a bit weird. How could anyone possible think badly about this guy? Unless they saw something else to him that I can’t see.
“Please. Can you come in with me? I’m sure you could handle him.” He seemed to handle Forrest well and he’s always so calm. He seemed to think for a moment and gave me a grin.
“Sure. I’ll go in first and signal when it’s safe for you to come in.” He suggested. I was so glad. I’m glad that he understands what I want and is able to help me so much. I watched the head counsellor as he unlocked the door, walked calmly into the room and the door locked behind him. To my surprise Dylan leapt straight off the bed and looked like he might actually try and fight the head counsellor. If only he could see me, for some reason I thought that might calm him down, though these windows are only one way and mostly sound proof. The head counsellor talked with him for a short time and managed to get Dylan sitting calmly on the bed. At that point he signalled for me to come in. I unlocked the door and slowly stepped inside the room shutting the door behind me. Dylan looked shocked but not completely surprised to see me. I just stood there. I didn’t know what to say in this situation. “Tell her what you did, Dylan. It’s good to admit what you did wrong.” The head counsellor prompted.
“What did you do? Did you attack the two people like I was told?” I moved closer to him feeling a little sympathetic. The head counsellor signalled for me not to get too close. He looked at Dylan who looked like he wasn’t going to admit to anything.
“Come on Dylan, tell Mary who it was you pushed to the ground in a fight.” The head counsellor put a firm hand on Dylan’s shoulder. Dylan hesitated.
“Forrest and Kari...” He said quietly then he suddenly looked up at me directly. “But you don’t understand! They’re the bad ones! You can’t trust...” Dylan’s sentence was cut short as he fell unconscious. I immediately recognised that the head counsellor put him out.
“What did you do that for?” I asked the head counsellor.
“He was getting hysterical. There was no telling if he was going to become suddenly uncontrollable.” The head counsellor explained as he straightened Dylan on the bed.
“Hysterical? Hardly! He was just trying to explain something.” I argued with the head counsellor as we left the room together. As we exited the head counsellor cornered me against the wall and looked at me very seriously.
“I have been in this job much longer than you. I think I would have the experience to tell when someone is becoming hysterical. This is why I didn’t want you going in alone and why I don’t want you going in there ever again. Am I clear?” In that moment I remembered the head counsellor was my boss first and my friend second. Was he just looking out for me? Or was Dylan really getting hysterical? What did Dylan mean that Forrest was bad? Who can’t I trust? I looked down in confusion.
“I’m sorry.” I admitted to the head counsellor. He immediately backed off.
“I want you to take a lunch break before going back to work.” He started to walk away.
“Wait. What did you say to Forrest earlier to calm him down... and to Dylan? I just want to learn.” I called after him. He paused without turning around.
“I told them what they needed to hear.” The head counsellor replied and then continued on his way. I don’t know what it was they needed to hear. I guess the head counsellor does have a lot more experience than me. He can read people and understand them and know when they might start freaking out. I hope one day I can be just like him.
I headed straight to the shared kitchen for employees. As I walked in I saw a man facing the other way and I immediately thought of Darren. Did I totally run out on him earlier? That might have been a little mean, but I needed to see Dylan. The man turned around. Of course. I should have recognised him. Felix.
“Hey! It’s little miss head counsellor’s apprentice.” He was his jolly self as usual.
“What are you going on about?” I said almost sarcastically. I was actually a little surprised to see him down here. Did he work for the head counsellor as well? How many people that I know work for him? Here I was thinking I was special or something.
“That’s right. You don’t know.” He gave me a wink.
“I’ll ignore that.” I replied as I opened the fridge and found a sandwich that I liked. I wasn’t going to let Felix try to undermine me. This is my work place now. I don’t have to let him confuse or annoy me. He was looking a little better since Chloe punched him the face, though he still didn’t look one hundred percent better. It looked like he’d just finished his lunch but was still hanging around for some reason. I sat at the table in the middle of the room and unwrapped my sandwich. It was actually irking me to have Felix standing around watching me. “Do you mind?” I looked up at him. I couldn’t eat like this.
“I don’t know. Do I?” He smugly replied. This was ridiculous.
“What’s your problem?”
“I think you’re the one with the problem.” He wasn’t letting down. He was like an annoying child. Then he suddenly seemed distracted. “Oh, see you around.” And with that Felix left the room. Everyone seems to be acting so strangely. I’m getting the feeling I don’t have the full story. I don’t think there’s much I can do about it right now though. So I just set the thought aside and ate my lunch in peace. Just as I was finishing my lunch the head counsellor came in.
“Maria. I want to have a talk with you.” He announced and waited at the door for me to follow him. I quickly put my scraps in the bin and followed him out of the kitchen. “I wanted to talk to you about your experience with hearing Forrest’s thoughts.” I looked at the head counsellor a little surprised. I didn’t think I’d have to talk about that again. “You see it isn’t that farfetched.” He continued as we walked along the empty corridors. “Ten years ago I was affected by what happened and experience the same things. However, I’ve learnt to control it. I believe you may be able to speak to other people’s minds as well hear them. All you have to do is learn how.” I was flabbergasted by what he was saying. Was it true? I didn’t think such things were possible. Is this a joke? We stopped in the middle of the passage and the head counsellor looked at me seriously. “Do you trust me?” He asked. I looked up into his strong gaze. At that moment I couldn’t think of any reason why I shouldn’t trust him.
“I trust you.” For some reason saying those words didn’t quite feel right, but they were true to a certain point. I’m sure that he could easily erase any doubts I have with simple reasoning.
“Good. I have a new person who has been check in but he won’t talk to anyone. I think it could be a good exercise for you to try and use the power to hear his thoughts. Perhaps you can speak reason into his mind. You have to understand that he’s not very trusting of anyone and has concocted false theories against me and my organisation, which is why I need to know that you trust me and won’t be swayed by his reasoning.” The head counsellor was being very serious with me. I nodded.
“I trust you. I’ll try my best to teach him reason.” I replied, though I didn’t even know of this ability to talk into other’s minds until moments ago so I was a little nervous about how I was going to have to use it. The head counsellor opened the door closest to us and led me in. Sitting at a small metal table was Tyler. He observed me walk in but hid his emotions well.
“Take your time, Mary. I’ll be just outside.” The head counsellor explained and shut locked the door behind me. I nervously sat down on a metal chair opposite Tyler. I opened my mouth to speak but then remembered that I was meant to be trying to use my mind to speak. What that meant exactly I wasn’t quite sure. I sat still and just stared at Tyler. He stared back; his face giving away no emotion but his eyes giving away his fear and distress. I concentrated as hard as I could for several minutes but the silence with deafening. I was starting to give up. I sat back in the chair and relaxed a bit. I was becoming more aware of him staring at me like he really wanted to break his silence to tell me something. It was starting to annoy me. If he wanted to talk why didn’t he just talk? Why was he so stubborn? I never imagined Tyler to be quite like this. I looked at the one way mirror knowing that the head counsellor was on the other side. Did he really think I could do this? Looking back at Tyler I began to imagine what it would be like to hear his thoughts. What would he say? ‘Why is she staring at me? What has the head counsellor got Maria doing? Don’t trust the head counsellor!! Whatever he’s said to you it’s a lie. He’s trying to make you do his dirty work for him. Run away when you get the chance. Don’t come back! If only I could tell you this! But the head counsellor is right outside... How can Maria not see his manipulation? If only she’d listened to the mp3 recording yesterday.’ Wait. What? An mp3 recording. My imagination is too good. It even sounded like his voice through most of that. Maybe if I ask him about it he might talk.
“Do you know anything about an mp3 recording that I should listen to?” I asked casually and glanced at the mirror hoping that breaking the silence was okay. Suddenly I had Tyler leaning across the table holding my collar.
“Do you have it? It’s proof! The head counsellor is bad! You have to believe me!” He said in a hysterical hushed voice. I grabbed his hand and forced him to let go of my clothes.
“The head counsellor is good man. He’s doing this for your own good.” I started to explain but stopped when I heard the door open. The head counsellor signalled for me to leave the room with him. I got up and glanced back at Tyler’s worried face as I left.
“Why did you start talking? I told you to try using your mind.” The head counsellor asked after shutting the door to Tyler’s cell.
“I tried... I don’t think I can do it. I was just trying something.” I tried to explain. I still wasn’t sure what happened. Somehow I thought I knew that Tyler wanted to tell me about an mp3 recording which he really did know about. Was it luck? Or did I really hear what he was thinking? The head counsellor was watching me think.
“Talk to me. What exactly happened in there?” The head counsellor was still very serious.
“I thought you said you could hear other’s minds. Why don’t you just listen to mine and work out what happened in there?” I snapped back. Though I wasn’t sure why. The head counsellor seemed short of words for a moment.
“I’m not in the mood for playing games Maria. Tell me what happened.” He backed me against the wall.
“I.. I might have heard something...” I admitted. The head counsellor had me confused and nervous. If he was so sure he could hear thoughts why couldn’t he just hear mine? Was he lying or was I different to most people? He was still staring me down. I guess I should elaborate on what I heard. “He might have mentioned something about an...” I paused. Those rooms are sound proof. The head counsellor wouldn’t know what I actually said. If I twist the truth he should be able to hear it in my mind. If he’s telling the truth about this ability but still doesn’t know I’m lying then it means I am different. Is that why he hired me? Keep your friends close, your enemies closer. Am I a threat? He was waiting for me to finish my sentence. “...an incident involving Forrest. I asked him about it to see if I’d really heard his thought or whether my subconscious made it up. The way he reacted I guess it could have really been his thought.” The head counsellor stepped back. I waited to see if he could tell I was lying. He stared at me for a moment. I held my poker face.
“Very well. That’s a start.” He said and put his arm around my shoulders. We began to walk through the corridors again. “I want you to practice that and report everything to me. Also try speaking to them.” His arm around my shoulders this morning would have felt comforting but now it felt a little controlling. Do I still trust him? I looked up at his face. He glanced down at me with a friendly smile. There was still something about him that didn’t feel right. “You’re doing a good job Mary.” But yes, I think I still trust him. He is giving me my independence after all. The head counsellor excused himself to some important duties leaving me to my work. I feel like a lot has played on my mind today and it would probably be a good idea to clear my head before going back to my job. So I headed straight around to my private bedroom first to write in my diary which the head counsellor insisted was safe to keep in my room. As I arrived at the wooden door I grinned at the fact that it had my name on it on a silver plaque. Though the next think I noticed was the door very slightly ajar. I slowly pushed the door and stepped through. The next thing I knew someone from behind was holding me with a hand over my mouth. I couldn’t scream. The door slammed shut. I fell backwards onto the bed and quickly sat up. Immediately I recognised Dylan standing in front of me.
“Mary! I have to talk with you!” He seemed quite urgent and paranoid.
“How did you get out of your cell? You shouldn’t be here! You’re not going to hurt me are you?” I asked wondering if I should call for a guard or try returning Dylan to his cell myself.
“Of course I won’t hurt you! What lies has the head counsellor been feeding you? He’s the one who’ll hurt you!” I open my mouth to debate but he quickly shushed me. “Listen. You’re on the inside. They trust you. Maybe we can use that to our advantage. There’s an mp3 recording which proves that there’s more to the camp than what first appears and it’s not good. It’s been confiscated, can you find it? Even better... Can you use it?” I wasn’t certain what Dylan was asking me to do but he mentioned the mp3 recording that I heard Tyler mention. Were they telling the truth? Both Dylan and I shot our glances at the door as we heard the handle turning slowly. Dylan was quick to hide under the bed as the door opened slightly and Forrest looked in.
“Thank goodness you’re okay. I need to talk to you privately.” He quickly entered and shut the door behind him.