I opened my eyes and the pale, grey, block wall is staring back at me. It's the same wall I have awoken to and been surrounded by for two years and nine days. Two years and nine days I have been surviving in this dark, cold, inhuman asylum with no human contact listening to the tortured screams of the other crazy prisoners who now call this place their home. I have nothing to do all day but sit and think. I have nobody to talk to. Every once and a while a small bug will craw underneath the sliver of space underneath the door and pay me a visit on the cold concrete floor. I talk to the bug like it is my best friend after I all haven't had human contact in over two years. Taking to a bug is something a crazy person would do but I am not crazy. At least I wasn't when I enter this prison. I am not crazy I was placed in the asylum because I had knowledge that the government didn't want anyone to know. I have a secret that would destroy their plan. Turn the world to chaos and make it crumble to its knees. They wanted to get rid of me so I wouldn't tell anyone about their little secret about how they don't care about us and have a bigger plan for the world. We are just their slaves doing their dirty work and we are clueless to it. Four years ago the supreme commander died leaving his eldest son Issac in charge. Issac is tall and pale. He has fierce green eyes that make you shiver when you look into them. He has a pale jagged scar running through his eyebrow creeping down his eyelid. Two weeks after Issac became in charge. Metal mark butterfly's swarmed the world. We all marveled over their beautiful orange wings with metallic lines before we realized they were used to watch us and keep us in line. The government genetically modified the butterfly's to show Issac everything we were doing. Every little move me made we were being watched. Rules got stricter and people started to get punished for breaking them. Issac issued a post to be placed in the middle of town. Whenever someone was outside after 9:00 they would be beaten until their flesh tore and sticky, warm, metallic blood pored from their wounds. They never killed anyone just injured them so they wouldn't do it again. We all began to wonder what they were doing after 9:00 that they didn't want us to know about.
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Metallic fear
Science FictionA girl who has been placed in a asylum isn't crazy. She just knows a secret the government doesn't want her to tell anyone. She is really to tell the world and watch it turn to chaos and crumble.
