Boris slowly let go of me and said, “You have to come with me. You have to walk. I will help you.” He lifted me up slowly, and I felt a heavy weight on my head. He put his arms around my waist and slowly walked. He said, “Lean on me and walk slowly.” He approached a glass paneled door where it seemed he told the man and woman earlier to go through. He opened the door and walked in with me. I saw a large lab room with the five people I saw earlier sitting on stools and looking at screens. The room didn’t have anything on the tables. The tables were empty. A man, brown haired, green eyed with a thick beard said, “I don’t think she is physically ready. Mentally either.”
I tried to stand still, but Boris said, “There is no time. Is it ready?”
The man said, “Yes. Are you gonna go in with her? Can you handle it Boris?”
Boris said, “Yes.”
The man said, “We will get all the equipment ready so we can start.”
I didn’t know what they were discussing. What am I? An experiment? Boris tried walking, but I didn’t bulge. He said, “Are you ok? Do you want me to carry you?”
I pushed him away as hard as I could that I went back and almost fell. I said angrily, “Leave me alone!” I tried to run back towards the door and Boris with a loud voice said, “The door is locked. You can’t …” I quickly said, “I just want to leave. Leave this place! Leave this nightmare!”
I kept banging on the door until my hands turned red and they started hurting me. Tears fell on my cheeks and I said without realizing what was coming out of my mouth, “I’m not Sara. I’m not Sara.”
I kneeled on the floor and kept chanting that I was not Sara. Boris came near me and kneeled down. He said, “You have to trust me. I will not leave you alone.”
He looked calm, almost compassionate and had a look of remorse on his face. He said, “I can’t force you to do anything, but you have to trust me. I think you will feel better after it’s done.”
I stared at him. He looked back at the five people sitting on the stools and then, with one swift move, he lifted me up. He walked fast towards the end of the room and turned right to a small entry way with another glass paneled door. He yelled, “Open the door.”
The door slid slowly to the left. Boris stood still and he was almost shaking and walked in slowly. The door shut quickly. What I saw next was a large bright white room. It appeared to be illuminating. The room had tiny sparkles shining everywhere, and then, Boris walked slowly. He didn’t say a word but kept walking straight at a steady pace. We approached another door at the end of the room and then he slowly said, “Whatever you see is not what it seems. You have to realize you created it and you can stop it.”