A dark interview.
¨My dear what is your name?¨ someone asked in a soft voice
The room was a starke hospital white. A black table and two chairs. With tightly knitted
fibers creating a rough scratch texture a cat would use to sharpen their claws. It smelled like chemicals. The room was made to be completely sterile. A scientist could perform the most careful and reactive experiments in the room and pull it off with no issues. That's how clean it was kept.
¨Alina Bennett.¨ the female responded with a nod.
The female smelled earthy and smelled a bit bad. But that was expected from someone coming from the dark ages so long ago.
¨And may I ask where you hail from?¨ Alina tilted her head.
¨ I come from Kent.¨
¨Was that where you were born?¨
she nodded. ¨Yes sir.¨
The host smiled. ¨Who were you born to?¨
she looked curious ¨You have many questions, but John fletcher and Agnes Godfrey.¨
¨And where do you live dear?¨
she looked uncomfortable to be in any spotlight or asked so many personal questions.
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¨ I live in a small town home.¨
¨And how do you live, girl?¨
she nodded slowly. ¨I live in relative comfort. We have medicine when needed and a place to sleep. I help with my fathers trade and apprentice. Sometimes he jokes that I'm better than the boy but I know much from living with him. Not to mention i help with the knights lands.¨
¨What do you eat?¨
¨I eat much the same to the rest of the lower class citizens grains, cabbage, chard, onions, garlic and carrots.¨
What types of jobs do you do Alina? ¨I do labor for the knights many other children get sucked into this to.¨
¨How do you dress?¨
¨I wear a tunic and cloth leather shoes. Can´t you tell from looking at me now?¨ she asked, raising a brow.
The host waved a hand dismissing the question.
¨What do you do for fun dear?¨
¨I like to go out and explore with the other children when we have the time as long as we avoid some of the rougher knights we can enjoy the rest of our day in peace i also like to play with some of the toys father and mother make or gets me.¨
¨What is your family like?¨
¨They can be strict but my mother is very loving and protective as long as i do my part everything will remain fine.¨
¨Tell about experiences from your life.¨
¨How shall i begin?¨ she said, tapping her fingers against the desk she was sitting at for her questioning.
¨I had two brothers and a sister. The latter sadly passed away from illness. Malaria to be specific about it, me and her were thick as thieves we would run around and as the adults say spread trouble. ¨
She looked down, tears welling up in her eyes.
¨After her death I would take a flower to her grave once a week for most a year.¨
¨My brothers at the time began to be taken up for trades. I myself was having my spouse chosen and my father was set on a man named William Ashdown.¨ Alina looked confused.
¨then i got sick i don't remember much my family were worried and we couldn't get a doctor as time went on they began to panic i remember all the pain going on and on for days there were visits every one... there faces are blurry voices become distorted then nothing just… nothing.¨
Alina got up. ¨I want to leave.¨
¨Miss Alina¨ the host began to panic. ¨you can't leave this room dear.¨
She shook her head. ¨I must see what is going on i must see my family.¨
¨ Your family is dead and so are you!¨ they shouted as she walked opening a door to the modern day era her eyes widened.
¨this this can't be.¨ she stepped back, shutting the door.
¨how?¨
The other shook their head. ¨im sorry dear we will get you back to your timeline thank you for the interview.¨
¨wait please!~¨ her voice was cut off as she faded away.
The man turned with a grim expression as if he was made to do this.With no way out of it. The corners of his mouth upturned into a gruesome forced smile. ¨ Well that would be the end of our riveting encounter, stay tuned to meet some of the most important historical figures out there!!¨
A synthetic crowd cheered at the end. A terrible cry of humor and rejection.