Post by flairina on Aug 13, 2013 18:42:43 GMT -5
My first memory is of being shoved in
to The Cell. The second is the sound of screams, starting as a
cacophony, but slowly losing volume, until the only ones left were my
own.
After that there's not much. Life, if
you could call it that, was much the same for a time I never bothered
keeping.
The only notable event for so long was
when they were grafted to
me. My throat was raw when I awoke, but still I tried my best to
scream when I saw the things residing where my arms once were. I
can't imagine the motive behind placing them there, and I doubt I'll
never know. Funnily enough I think they may have kept me sane- at
least I always had company, even if they'd never understand.
And then, a
miracle occurred... I was taken out of The Cell, by a man I did not
know, and told I'd never have to return. I was being taken to a place
where I would meet others like me, and possibly even become “friends”
with them. The concepts, though I knew them, were foreign to me.
Others? Friends? I had never known anything or anyone besides The
Cell and the Doctors. How was this possible?
Strange new
feelings blossomed within me. Hope. Relief. Anticipation. Though I
know not how I knew the words, I could have named each one. My life
was changing; The Cell was gone...
I found myself
walking down a white hallway with the man, a number affixed to each
door. We walked for a long time, and I could not stop my mind from
wandering, wondering what this strange, new life might be like. Who
might I meet? Would they like me? What would happen now? For the
first time I could remember, I found myself wearing a smile. It felt
odd, but not unpleasant, on my face.
We stopped at a
door labeled “187”, and the man gently coaxed me through the
door. Inside I found a plain white room, with basic accommodations
but nothing else. He told me to wait here for just a bit, for soon
there would be many people there to meet me and the others behind the
doors. I nodded, still grinning, as he shut the door.
I mentally
prepared myself, and waited. Sure enough, I soon heard a clamor of
voices outside, and the sound of doors being opened. A few odder
noises sounded as well, and I only just restrained myself from
peeking out the door to see what could possibly make such strange
sounds.
Seconds ticked
by as I watched the door, anxious and yet nervous of the moment it
would open. What would I do? What would I say? I had no idea how such
interactions worked, but I was so happy I could even try I found it
hard to care.
Slowly, the
clamor died down, and the voices started to fade.
My door still
hadn't opened.
My nervous
smile, which I had held since entering the room, slipped from my
face. I half-ran, half-stumbled to the door, pressing my ear against
it in the fervent hope that not everyone had gone. I could still hear
a few voices...
I fumble for the
doorknob. Not having hands has never been convenient, but I should at
least be able to-
The door is
locked.
Beginning to
despair, I lash out at the door with my feet, pounding at the barrier
while screaming for help, trying to tell them I'm locked in, there
was a mistake, I can't get out-
The voices move
away, and the outside is silent once again.
I sink to my
knees, half in shock at what just happened. I make a few more
halfhearted attempts at calling them back, and get no response.
Desperately, I look around the room for something I might be able to
use to escape. But there is nothing. Just a bed with no blanket, a
slot that food must come through, and a glowing hole in the floor,
presumably for waste.
Hysterically, I
begin to laugh. This is all some sort of joke. They aren't really
gone. They're all just standing outside, holding their breath, it's
just some sort of great, cruel joke-
Tears
are running down my face, just like they have for my entire life, the
laughing becoming strangled crying, how could I have believed I was
really getting out, how could I have been so STUPID?!
...
How
could they just leave me here...
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Time passes.
Food appears, and I eat. I try yelling for help through the food
slot. No one hears me. I lose all sense of time, just like I had
before. Occasionally I hear voices through the door. I stop getting
up after the first few times, my hope long since crushed to powder.
Now I
understand. I was never freed.
They just moved
my cell.
I sit, and wait,
and cry, dreaming of a rescue that will never come.
Because no one
wants me.