Sitting in my room thinking... thinking about my actions... thinking about what will happen when the time in my room is over. I know that it won't be long but I also do not know how long it will be. It could be hours, could be a day but all of it will be spent alone in my room. No clocks are allowed in my room, so only the light of the day through the window gives me any indication as to what time it is. I'm predicting that it's around noon, but since the sky is overcast, there is no real way to tell what time it is.
It was dark last night when I was placed in my room. I knew I was in trouble when I got home and two of the Handlers were standing at the front door. I nodded to both of them, and they nodded back grimly. I didn't even argue when they both grabbed an arm on either side of me and led me directly to my room. The door shut behind me, and I heard the click of the lock. I wasn't even mad... I knew I had done wrong. Going out without a Handler was an offense, but going out without a Handler AND permission was even worse. I knew I was in super duper trouble when I wasn't even given an audience when I got home.
Awakening this morning to the click of the lock on my door, looking over and seeing the breakfast tray sitting just inside the door, alerted me that I was going to be here at least through the morning. I picked at the meal on my plate and but wasn't very hungry. A gut full of regret sank into my stomach as I sat on my bed. I spent time cleaning myself up and then sitting on my bed, laying in my bed and finally looking out the window.
I heard the lock on the door and looked over. A tray was slid into the room and then door was shut again. I signed and turned back towards looking out the window. I was not hungry and the longer I sat here, stewing in my own misery, the more concerned I became. I picked up the tray and put it at the table with the other tray, picking at the meat on the sandwich but not really eating anything else. Tear welled up and I looked at the camera above the door. I know all of my actions are recorded and watched - nothing happens around here without "Big Brother" watching. I grabbed a plate and threw it at the camera, slightly satisfied when it shattered against the wall next to the glass that covered the eye.
Within seconds, the door swung open, a Handler entered and stood at the door as one of the other slaves entered the room, gathered the remaining dishes and cleaned up the mess before leaving the room. The Handler left the room and shut the door behind him but not before looking me sternly in the eyes and commenting "Break something else and you will go to a cell and not your room." After the door shut, I sank down against the wall opposite the door and cried, big giant tears. Snot slobbering my face but nothing to clean it off with besides my blanket and I did not want to ruin that with snot.
Sighing, I lifted myself up and wiped my nose with the very edge of my blanket. After I cleaned my face up the best I could, I knelt down in the middle of the room, my hands on my thighs, my head bowed in supplication. It did not take long for the door to open. I knew better than to lift my head but understood what to do when the person at the door snapped His fingers. I rose up, placed my hands behind my back and followed His feet as they led me down the hall towards His office.
The HeadMaster would be sitting in His chair, like a King on His throne, the empty space before Him, waiting for me to kneel filling it. There may be another slave or maybe two in the room, and definitely a few Handlers in the room. As we entered the office, it felt like the temperature in the room decreased by at least 10 degrees. I sank down to my knees, placed my hands on my thighs and kept my head bowed as I had in my room but this time, instead of waiting for the door to open, I was waiting for Him to speak.