[center][h1][u][color=ed145b]Irina Ivanov [/color][/u][/h1]
Testing Room to Gym [/center]

The examination was more verbal than Irina would have thought. Esmeralda had began with the basics such as full name and date of birth, and then they had ventured into Irina’s background. The first set of questions were very inoffensive. They held little to no importance in Irina’s eyes, but soon after, Esmeralda began touching deeper subjects such as her parent’s marriage and divorce, along with her relationship with both her dad and mom whether together or apart. Irina had hesitated on a few of them but decided that it would do no harm to tell the truth. If anything, it felt slightly relieving to be able to not carry the burden by herself. Esmeralda had been more than accepting of the stories that Irina told her, and soon enough the testing portion had turned into a psychology session for the young woman. No one had ever listened to her before or care about what kind of pain she was in. Even if this was for research to see how it would affect her mind, she did not care. She poured herself out just to be able to feel her chest lighten up and for her conscience to not feel as guilty. 

[b]”You’ve done an amazing job here, Irina. If I can be honest, I was worried that you would be not so forthcoming with the answers. Thank you.”[/b] Esmeralda gave Irina a warm smile and reached over to give her shoulder a small squeeze. Irina had merely nodded back to the older woman and looked over to the desk behind her, waiting for the more physical aspect of the session to take place.


[b]”Now, I am not supposed to tell you this because I was told that this didn’t go as planned, but we are allowing a phone call home.”[/b] As the older woman spoke, her blue eyes became focused and weary, as if she was expecting a negative reaction from Irina. “[color=ed145b]What? Oh. What happened? Why aren’t you supposed to tell me that? Technical difficulties happen a lot where I am from.[/color]” Irina’s head tilted ever so slightly to the side as confusion made itself present not only in her mind but on her face as well. [b]”No, it has nothing to do with the technical stuff. It’s just that, we couldn’t get a hold of your mom.”[/b] Once again Esmeralda seemed a bit weary. For a second, Irina became even more confused, then quickly she realized what this meant and her green eyes filled with the disappointment and despair that she had felt earlier. “[color=ed145b]Oh-[/color]“ [b]”If you’d like we can try again here with you in the room?”[/b] Esmeralda had quickly interjected, probably trying to right the wrong that she thought they had made. One of many. “[color=ed145b]Um, no. No, it’s okay. I know where my mom is and she will not be answering. She never does.[/color]” Irina’s voice matched what her eyes portrayed as she shook her head ever so slightly. “[color=ed145b]May I go now?[/color]” Her gaze had fallen to the crook of her elbow where a band aide now covered the punctures of the needles. Esmeralda had hesitantly agreed and opened the door for her, speaking to Irina but nothing was heard. The emotions that ran through Irina’s head were far too strong to be ignored this time, and she let them flow freely through her. 

Disappointment.

Anger.

Sadness.

Heart break.

Disillusionment. 

Then anger, again.

Livid, actually, is how Irina felt. Tears sprang from her eyes and flowed down her cheeks as she thought how easily her mom must have given her up to these people. She probably sold her to them so she could get money and go waste it on alcohol and meth. 

[i]’This isn’t a research facility.. This is a mental institution’[/i] Irina thought angrily as she made her way into her room. She sniffled a bit, trying to fix herself as she stepped in front of a mirror. She looked like a mess. A weak mess. Her eyes had become red as well as her cheeks from the anger. Strands of hair stuck to her wet face which caused her to remember the movie The Grudge. “[color=ed145b]Argh![/color]” Irina quickly raised her hands to her face to wipe off the tears and pull her hair out of her face and up into a pony tail. She wanted to scream and throw everything that she found against glass just to hear the satisfying sound of something breaking. “[color=ed145b][b]How!!! The fuck!!! Did I!!! End up here!?!?![/b][/color]” Her voice was shrill as she screamed and walked away from the mirror, her hands balling up into fists as she went on her fit of rage. 

Her eyes had caught sight of something that probably would have made her feel like a fool before. Her running shoes lay neatly by the side of her bed, which meant that she had been walking around in her socks the entire time. This didn’t pop into her head though. Irina quickly jumped into action and slid her shoes on before tying them tightly and storming out of the room. 

[i]’Esme said there was a gym in here.’[/i] 

Irina’s eyes darted from sign to sign as she walked quickly down the hall until she found the room she was looking for. In the back of her mind, she had made a mental note that this gym was different from her gym back home. No actual gymnastics materials. It didn’t matter. Irina had bee-lined straight to a single punching bag in the back corner of the room. It didn’t matter to her whether she had gloves or tape on, Irina went ahead and threw the first few punches with everything she had, even a couple of kicks. She needed to not only release the anger that she felt but also feel something else. Anything. As long as it helped her momentarily forget her troubles at home and her current situation.