I bit my lip, my eyes frantically gazing over the equation.
What if I couldn’t figure it out? What if I wasn’t ‘gifted’ like They said I was?
They would be disappointed if I couldn’t do it. No one ever wanted to disappoint them.
Would I get punished?
Would I get put back into the white room?
A chill shook my body. I hated the white room.
Sighed, I ran my hands through my hair, tugging on my scalp. “Just focus. It’s simple, you’re over thinking it.”
I took another look at the equation:
H+2W = L
Was it a code? What was I solving for?
Perhaps if they have given me more information I wouldn’t fail so miserably every time!
I stood up, my frustration getting the better of me. Hot anger pulsed through my body, my hands shook. I saw red, the blood roared in my ears. I was sick of this, of not knowing what was going on.
I was tired of staring at stupid, meaningless numbers and letters.
I swiped the papers and pencils off of the desk, they clattered to the ground, sounding like gun shots in the dead quiet room.
Suddenly, a group of people rushed in.
Men grabbed on to my arms, their grip tight enough to leave bruises as I struggled to break away.