Page 228 of Dream Girl
The pain hurt too much to open my eyes, but we were still moving, and the feeling like I was going to be sick didn’t subside. I took a deep breath.3.14159265359.
“Doesn’t matter,” he snapped. “Don’t trust anyone. Don’t mention where you were,” he murmured in my ear.
“She’s not even prepped. I need to hear her statement first. What is she wearing?” she added, clearly unamused.
“We’ve got to bring her now or they’re going to call it,” he retorted.
The vertigo and blackness passed as we came to a halt. I opened my eyes as we stood in front of guarded, double doors. Blood roared in my ears as my knees went weak. Was this where I was going to be tried? Did I get a lawyer? What was wrong with my dress?79323846264
“She’ll be fine.” He turned to the guard. “Let us in.”
The doors opened. It was clearly some sort of courtroom, though sterile and surreal, like from a futuristic movie.
The man, Weigmier, put his hand on the small of my back, pushing me into the room, as he took the hat and glasses he’d had me wearing.
What was going on? I took a deep breath.3383279502.
“Just be truthful and tell them everything you remember,” he murmured, giving me another little push.
It was as if a switch went on in my head, and everything became illuminated with a blinding intensity.
“Yes, sir.” My voice shook as I trembled, looking at the stern judge who beckoned me to what was most likely the stand. There were a lot of people.
Including some that looked familiar–and seemedveryunhappy with me.
My head buzzed and my heart thumped so hard I thought it might leap out of my chest.
I sucked in another deep breath, completely losing track as to what place of Pi I was on. Because I remembered.
I remembered everything.
