The two holders turned around and walked straight for the door. They then stood outside waiting for me to walk through. But I didn't; I just stood there frozen.

I haven't left this room in the twenty-odd years I have been alive.

Was this some kind of joke?

I honestly wasn't sure if it was. Why else would they want me to leave this room after all this time. It made no sense.

After deciding I had nothing to lose, I stepped outside the room and was greeted by a long dark hallway. It didn't differ too much from my room. It's just that it was longer and a lot darker with next to no furniture.

I saw no other doors along the never-ending walls. The only one that stood there was mine. Since I had never seen the outside, I was very interested to see what it looked like.

But I was extremely underwhelmed. I don't know what I expected, but it was definitely more than what I saw.

There was a big door, and to the right of it was a keypad and finger scanner. Above that stood a blank card. I could tell it was supposed to have information on it, but it was blank for some reason. Before I had too long to ponder the blank card, my attention was pulled away by one of the holders.

"Come."

With that, I moved away from the door. But as I moved away, I wondered if I would ever return to this room? Mostly I thought, why was I wondering this? The room didn't bother me; I had nothing there. It meant nothing to me. It had just been a prison cell teasing me with human life.

I was now walking alongside the holders down the dark, damp hallway when we got to another door. This door was much like mine. It was big and metal that held the same keypad and finger scanner. The holder to my right went over and did all the necessary requirements to get through the door.

When the door swung open, I was greeted by a much lighter hallway. It wasn't painted in dark, dull colours like the other two I had just been in.

No!

This was a bright white hallway filled with portraits upon portraits of people I didn't know.

Each painting held people sitting side on with a sullen look on their faces. Even though they weren't exactly happy looking, the images made me smile. I had never seen paintings like It.

After all, I had only seen coloured paintings through a small television screen.

With each new painting my smile grew wider. So much so that the holder to the left of me looked, and I could tell it was trying to understand why this room was so interesting to me.

How could it understand! It hadn't been locked up its whole life with the same four walls to stare at each day.

This was magical to me.

We were almost at the end of the corridor when I was stopped outside a metallic door. It wasn't as big as the other doors we passed, but it gave the industrial aesthetic. One of the holders opened the door and ushered me inside.

Once in, the door was shut behind me, and I was left alone.

The inside was just as white as the hallway, but instead of photos, the walls were blank. The room was small, but it held a couple of chairs that stood just to the right, and to the left were cream curtains that covered whatever was behind it.

As I didn't know what to do, I decided to clear my voice and call out for someone.

"Hello? Anyone here?"

I was about to start walking around when a smiley man walked out of the curtains. This was the second person I had seen so close up today. Yes, I had seen those people outside my room, but I had never seen them up close, and they never stayed long enough for me to remember their features.

But this man was refreshing, unlike the pigeon face; he looked kind and had a pleasant aroma. He had kind blue eyes and long shoulder-length blonde hair. I found it interesting that I hadn't noticed it before, but nearly everyone I had seen in this place had blonde hair. Thinking back to my room, most people who went past it had blonde hair or, on the rare occasion, ginger. I might have seen the occasional dirty blonde, but I hadn't once seen someone with the same dark hair I had. Was it due to the room? Would my hair now become a vibrant blonde like this?

His hair was nice, but I liked my dark hair; after all, it was the only thing I actually knew about myself. As it was the only thing I could see.

I then heard a softly spoken voice that pulled me out of my thoughts. "Miss, would you like to sit down." He then gestured to a chair in front of him, and I made my way to it. I plonked myself down and got comfortable.

"So, miss, I have been told you need a serious haircut and a few other adjustments. It shouldn't take me too long, but I have been given explicit instructions that we must not talk, so I will just get started."

The fact that I again had no one to talk to saddened me. Was I going to be alone forever?

The man moved to the front of my face and started poking me above the eyes. He wasn't at it long, but I heard him mumble a few times, saying stuff like.

"There's not much to do."

"Never seen anyone like this."

I don't know what he meant, and I apparently wasn't allowed to ask either.

After he finished prodding my face, he started pulling at my hair. I really hoped he wouldn't cut too much off, but I knew I had no say in the matter.

In the end, he cut it to just below my shoulders.

Once he had finished with my hair, he gestured for me to stand up and follow him, which I proceeded to do all the way to the curtain. Behind it, I saw thousands of different colours.

All these colours were attached to several pieces of clothing. I was about to reach out and touch some when I was thrusted a black backpack. I took it in my hand and started to search through it.

Inside was an empty one-litre water bottle, a hat, some gloves and a scarf. Other than that, it was empty. The man then threw some underwear and socks in. As well as a few tops, shoes and leggings. Even after that, the bag was still half empty. He zipped it up, grabbed a stack of clothing from his side, and placed it into my hand.

"Go in there to change."

I put the bag down and walked over to the door that the man had pointed at. I opened it up and saw a plain white room with a shower cubical; today, it seems I went from dark and grey to warm and white.

I jumped in the shower and gave myself a good clean. Once out, I unfolded the clothes I had been given and put them on accordingly.

There was some nice new underwear which I gladly put on, and some new high socks. In the pile I found a lovely dark blue dress that fell below my knees. He had also given me some long flat-heeled boots and a red jacket accessorised with black armbands. I couldn't see what It looked like, but it felt nice and clean, unlike my usual grey jumpsuit. I put my old clothes in a neat pile and carried them to the man waiting outside.

As I was coming out of the door, I heard an intake of air, and I looked down to check if I had put something on wrong. Once I was certain I hadn't, I looked up at the man who had a massive smile on his face.

"Miss, you look fantastic. Why don't you put those clothes in the bin, then we can dry and style your hair for you."

I nodded, threw the clothes in the nearest bin, then picked up my bag and walked back to the chair with him. He was quicker than last time, and it wasn't long until he assured me I was ready.

He had played with my hair for a bit before he settled on a plait from what I could feel. So I gave him a thank you nod and headed back to where I assumed the holders would be.

I opened the door and was greeted to the back of the two holders who had brought me here. At least, I thought they were.

You can't really tell as they all look the same.

Once they had noticed my presence, they started to walk even further away from the original door we had first entered this hallway through. Even though I was now in the nicest clothes I had ever been in, I still felt extremely uncomfortable. Never before had I been this exposed in my life.

After what felt like forever, we ended up outside another door. On top of the door stood a portrait of the pigeon lady I had met this morning. We had finally got to the part of the day where I would have to see her again.

One of the holders knocked on the door, and I heard the same shrill voice from this morning.

"Come in."

The holder who had knocked on the door opened it and gestured me into a huge room.

This was the most extraordinary room I had ever been in. This isn't saying much since this morning, I had only ever known one room.

Unlike the others I had been in today, it held colour and furniture. The walls were covered in a duck egg blue. In the centre lay a huge dark oak desk stretching the entire room. A big computer and a few neatly stored pieces of paper stood on it. The rest of the room was adorned with bookshelves upon bookshelves. I was about to look around the room even more when I found about a dozen more holders gathered around me.

"Daisy, please take a seat."

The pigeon lady pointed to a chair in front of her desk and gestured for me to sit. I walked over to the extremely uncomfortable-looking chair and sat down. I placed my bag by my feet and looked up into the dark eyes staring back at me.

"So I bet you're wondering what you're doing here?"

I gave her a slight nod, and she continued. "Well, now that you are a couple of weeks away from your twenty-first birthday we thought maybe we could start sending you out on missions."

I gave her a very puzzled look. I have a birthday? They are real? Not just something made up in stories?

I had worked out my rough age due to knowing when it came to the end of the year. This was because I would see party banners through my window that would always say happy new year. But I didn't know I was nearly twenty-one.

And Missions? I didn't even know that's what they did here. Was that why they locked me away? Did they not think I was ready for these so-called missions.

My facial expression must have made her rethink her following sentence because she readjusted herself and spoke again with a very calm voice.

"I am sorry I forgot you don't know what we do here. Well, we are the last remaining people on Earth. We are all born with very unique powers. In this facility, we help to train young children up to help protect the planet from outside threats. That's where you come in. See, you are unusual. Your gifts are very different to our other students. You are special, and because of this, we have kept you away for your own safety."

Pff, I doubt that, I see the way she looks at me. Anyone can see that she looks at me with fear. I am locked away for their safety, not my own.

I didn't try to correct her; instead, I let her carry on, leaving my thoughts to myself.

"But the time has come where you are needed, so we are going to be sending you out on a mission. Of course, you'll need plenty of guards around you due to your powers, and that's why these men and women are here."

She then gestured to the many holders standing behind me. "Don't worry, you won't have to move a muscle on this mission. These guys are here for that, they will guard and protect you the whole time."

Bit odd being asked to go on a mission but not expected to do anything. But who am I to question them?

After she took a long pause, I decided it was my time to talk. So I lifted my hands and asked, "Does that mean I can finally take these off?"

She looked at my hands, shook her head, and suppressed a vile giggle.

"Oh no, Daisy, those won't come off until a lot later. That reminds me, though." She put up a finger symbolising that she wanted me to wait. Then I started to see her pull at draws until I heard a mumble of relief. She pulled out a pair of blacked-out sunglasses and gave them to me.

"These are for you. I would like you to always wear them and only take them off when told."

I searched them for a bit to see if there was anything special about them, but I found nothing. Just a plain old pair of black sunglasses. So I nodded my head and placed them over my nose.

"Okay, Daisy, that is all you may leave now."

She gestured to the door, and I made my way out. I had so many questions, but I knew I wouldn't get any answers from her.