Light Of My Life

Cold

I'm surrounded by four walls, one of them has a white door, the three others are bare. A small bed stands against the wall, and a light bulb hangs from the ceiling. Small bugs crawl about, not really going anywhere.

I crush one under my bare foot, it bleeds out, and starts twitching. I stare down at it as my hair falls in sheets across my face. Death. Something I've always wanted, why can't I have it? I always get anything I want. The scientists are scared of me, I've been stuck in this building since as long as I can remember, I've never seen myself, but I know what my parents look like. I have.. Dreams.. Visions.. of people and things, I know there's a world outside of here, a family that wants me back, a brother that's two years older, maybe even a guy that likes me.

I've tried making a knife appear, but its not stable because of what the scientists insert in my blood. I made a gun, I killed the one that brought me food, but since then I can't even make a bobby pin to pick the lock. The bright green liquid makes me gag but I'm already used to the needles taking my blood every day.

I would say I'm a rebel, but I can't help but think that I'm nice. I can never see myself in my dreams, but I imagine that I'm not much of a pretty face. My hair is waist length, although it has no spring or bounce and it just covers me like a curtain. The scientists tried to cut it but it grew back out the next day.

The light bulb flickered signaling that someone was coming, I looked at the door and waited until three scientists entered into the room with a case full of syringes. They were dressed in full body suits and masks, the one in the middle pulled on some gloves and looked at me, taking the syringe in his left hand he held out his right for my arm, he squatted down next to me, he pierced my skin with the needle and pushed the liquid down.

Blue?

"Its blue," My soft voice echoed in the small space, he stopped pressing and looked at me started. He shook his head and continued to press down.

Why is it blue? Its always been green. He cleaned the blood and left without a word. I never talk to them, just stayed quiet.