Diary Of 1000-Personas

China D→ Friend

In the beginning no one communicated. We were all scared for ourselves, our lives, our futures. Some kids prayed, some wished, some regretted their mistakes.

I remember, out of everyone, there was only one abnormal child.

She was in the ceil across me. She looked a few years older too. Maybe because of her age she felt responsible for the rest of us. She comforted the smaller kids in her ceil, spending hours soothing them to sleep. I was in a daze myself, but I can remember her telling all of us we would be okay.

It was a lie. But no one was surprised.

The next few days were more terrifying. They would come in, take a few of the older kids, and leave. Sometimes they'd leave through the red door, sometimes the brown. We didn't known were they went, but we knew they both led to the gray door they came in from.

Just from that it was simple to tell there's a possibility we were in a big building. At least, that's what she thought.

In the beginning, I shared a ceil with 6 others. We were around the same age. After the 2 months, it was just me and one other. At the same time, she was next to be taken.

The other one in my ceil had helped me come to a conclusion by then. Every week there were 15 or more children taken, more than half would leave out through the brown door. That half varied in age, appearance, and size, but they were always the ones in the smaller ceils. The smaller ceils had key locks, the bigger ceils had chains and a key lock. The difference in security meant something. The lesser half of the children went through the red door, they were varied in appearance but mostly looked older with more developed and healthy bodies. Unlike with the brown door, it was possible someone would come back from the red door. However, if they did, they would be hysterical and had to be in their own ceil, before the people would return and kill them.

We also determined that there must be more than just the amount of children we could see. Maybe, hundreds?

We had no idea. When I saw she was doing taken next, I don't know what got into me, but I actually shouted in protest!

Looking back, I can't tell if that was the best thing I could've done, or my biggest mistake.

Either way, it earned me a friend.