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The room was dark and barren. Four walls surrounded a cot, on which a frail young girl lay. Frizzy black hair splayed out from all sides of her head, and a white dress covered her bony body. Although she was lying down, her huge green eyes were wide open, staring at the white ceiling with a burning intensity that most people save for their worst enemy.
"Number 4724?" A thin blonde woman in about her 20's knocked on the door. "It's your shift."
The girl didn't move. "My name is Kali," she growled, barely moving her mouth.
The woman sighed. "It's dinner soon, Number 4724. I don't want them to take away your dining privileges."
"Then call me my real name." Kali paused. "Liesel."
Liesel looked pleadingly at Kali. "You know I can't do that." She shifted her weight. "Just because… well… just because…"
"Just because you're the person who brought me here in the first place?"
"Don't say it like that!" The fact obviously distressed her. "You were starving! You're better off here, and you know it!
"Do I?"
Liesel paused, looking away. Finally, she turned back to Kali. "I just want you to be happy. Now come on. I don't want you to be late."
After a few seconds, Kali turned over. She got up, pulling on a pair of blue pants and a shirt before opening the door. "There. Are you happy?"
The woman smiled. "Thank you. Now come on, we've got to hurry."
She took Kali's hand and rushed her through a few grey hallways and stairwells, until they reached a small door. "Hello, Officer," the woman said to the man standing in front of it. "Number 4724, will you please take out your identification card?"
Glaring forward stoically, Kali pulled a small piece of plastic out of her pocket, handing it to the man. She would have refused, would have told them all that, yes, they did have the wrong person, but she simply didn't have the energy. She had nowhere to go other than this, anyway.
After looking at it for a few seconds, he turned around and unlocked the door, ushering Kali in.
It was s small space, painted a dark grey shade. In the center, a woman stood, smiling kindly. "Hello, 4724," she said. "Would you please sit down for me?"
"Like I have a choice," Kali muttered as she stomped toward the chair in the middle of the room and sat down as the woman prepared a syringe. "Close your eyes," the woman said. Kali obliged. The woman poked the needle into Kali's skin, but Kali was so used to the pain that she no longer cared. She didn't fight as the wave of tiredness the shot gave her washed over her, and she could only just see the nurse beginning to connect her to the generator before she blacked out.