For My Own Good Pt. 1

"Too intelligent for your own good." That was the first and last piece of advice I ever listened to. Mr. Sage was right. What good is it now though, at this very moment? Sure, I'm taking that advice now, but I should have listened back then when he actually told me. Now i'm stuck here in this... this room and I am being questioned by these men. I should have kept my mouth shut. I can't see their faces and their voices are so monotone that it tortures my nerves and tests my patience.
"Where did you get this information? We won't ask you again!" Their faces are still blurry -- probably because of the chemicals they injected into my veins -- the truth serum. To their astonishment, it isn't working on me at all. Matter of fact, nothing really works on me. I hate chemicals, and I hate medicine. Funny thing is I don't need medicine. Whenever I get sick, it only lasts less than an hour and the virus disintegrates. Doctors can't explain it. Best they came up with was that I have superpowered white blood cells. Superpowers. Hah. Everyone knows there is no such thing. If I do have a "power", than it would definitely be my intelligence. I'll admit it. Now when you talk about weaknesses, everyone knows mine. I'm lazy and I use my intelligence for one thing -- nothing.
"Fine. Fine. I'll tell you." They all stood up and gathered around me. "I assumed." One of the men grabbed me by the collar and punched me in the face. "I'm not kidding!" It was hard to tell them the truth and get punched for it anyway so I decided that I had to lie. But what I had in mind would get me into even deeper trouble. It was my last resort. The suited man pulled out a gun and shot me in the shoulder. The pain was almost too much to handle. I cried and screamed for what seemed like ten minutes. He put the gun in my mouth and said something.
"As you can tell, we aren't joking. Where did you acquire this information?! What else do you know?" He cocked his gun and I knew that I was about to get my face blown off. This was it. My last resort was now my only one. Of course, I can always choose death. Yeah right!
"Okay," I said, with blood spewing out of my right shoulder and my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I was going to lie and make my life so much worse.