It's All Going to Be Okay

black liquid.

The truth can change your perspective on a lot of things.

Ever since I woke up from the new experiment, I have been quiet. This may seem off putting but I have a great reason. I'm planning on escaping this liars pit no matter what. The only problem is at the moment its not a good time. I need to get the best opportunity to plan it out. This can be a little difficult knowing I have surveillance on me twenty four seven. I can manage that though.

So far I got a plan b but my plan a is still in progress.

At the moment, I have already set up miniature needle bombs, around the main area of the building. This is plan b, if I can't get away I'm setting up death traps. Of course I could probably just fight them and run, but that is a waste of time.

I focus on what I'm doing at the moment. Looking down at my bed I examine all of the pictures spread out. I smile to myself, this is the most normal thing I have done  since I've got here. Without knowing, I start mumbling the lyrics to my favorite song. I pick up the picture of the moon and caress it as if it would burn up if I didn't. An idea pops into my head, and I start singing the song now. What if I make my escape plan exciting instead of plain. I look at the photo again and start laughing. This is going to be fun.

I place the photo down gently. Moving my head slowly to the side, I look at the tinted window behind me. If I make them think I'm crazy, it will be easier to spread my plan out to them. They won't know it's right under their noses.Seems like a lot of work, but I have so much time to spare.

"Aileen they need you back in room 109" a female voice on the intercom informed me..

My heart dropped when I heard the room number. I don't want to go back in there. I just got out,  and I'm busy right now. I nodded my head in a calm demeanor and picked up all photos except one. Neatly and cautiously putting the one in one of the two books. I strolled to my door, my head down. I'm dreading going back there. Whatever they want will probably hurt me more.

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Once I got to the room, I was rushed to a lab room where lab coats informed me of a serum that helps with energy. I just stared at them while they got a syringe out, filled with black liquid.

"Why is it black, and why does it stain my veins?" I asked stopping them from inserting it into my neck.

" it's a chemical that we use that your body can only absorb, it can't kill it so it stains your veins black,the color will fade with time"

The guy said continuing his actions, not letting me question it more.

Hissing at the pain, I felt a different reaction to it. Instead of burns, it was electricity. This one was spreading faster and soon my eyes rolled back, making all three of my eyes pitch black. I could see, hear, and touch, and move normally. I got up from where I stood and felt hyper and all giddy. Walking around, feeling light on my feet, I start running in place.

"Good, it worked. Make your way to the garage, there are people there who are going to examine you." The lab coat said.

I didn't acknowledge him, but went to the garage and saw a bunch of people in black suits with clipboards. Once they saw me they expressed that they were going to put me through a bunch of workouts to see how I achieve them. I wasn't surprised but felt relieved that I was going to release some energy. So far this serum isn't so bad.

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I was wrong.

The serum has side effects to it.

I can't seem to sleep, even though I'm tired and I can't eat. I just don't feel hungry. All I can seem to do is think, but doing it clearly isn't an option.

It's been a week already, and the no sleep effect is showing. I have been told by Noah that I have dark circles under my two eyes, and my third eye seems half closed all the time. Of course I shrug him off. He can't know I'm suffering, it's weakness, and weakness is vulnerability. I can feel the weakness though, and it's annoying me. It makes my movements clumsy.

I'm sitting on the ground, legs crossed, cutting pages from one of my books to look like my photo. So far I've only done seventy three pages during this past week, and I plan on doing more, only I don't have the time. With the lab coats "needing" me and training, the fun has been put on hold. It's driving me crazy.

Speaking of crazy, I am not crazy. No one will tell me I'm crazy or they will die.You think having liquid inserted into your body every day won't make you go a little insane. I am not fucking crazy.

I saw a clown in front of me handing out balloons with black liquid in them one time. I just stared at it until we made eye contact. It started laughing as it saw me and I couldn't help but laugh at it too. The laugh it made was just hilarious. Then there was this other time, where I was focusing on making my plan a, and the table in the room stood on its hind legs and bowed down to me. It was being such a gentleman, I asked it if it would like a hot beverage. Of course it didn't answer back but it did reach for my hand. I was so honored it wanted to dance with me I just giggled and did a waltz with it.  It was the best dance I ever had.

Anywho, back to my paper cutting. Plan a is running smoothly. It's like I'm part of a team now, a one sided team. It funny because I actually thought I had one but turns out, there a bunch of liars. It's an oopsies for them because they will regret it. I chuckled at myself.

"Well duh Aileen, your just a freak you will never be on a team" I exclaimed. I laughed harder at this as I started singing my favorite song. The best part about the song is how I can relate to it.

"Yeaaaah, I must be good for something, yeah yeah, yeeeaah!!" I sang as loud as I could as I fell onto my back and spread my limb. I got up as I continued singing. Scissors were still in my hands and so was a page of the book. I put them down and when I looked back up I saw a tall specimen standing there. I waved at it and started dancing around, singing louder.

"Yeaaah, I must be good for something
Yeaaah, yeaah
Oh sinners come down, come gather 'round
Oh sinners come down, yeah-eh-eh
Dancing on cold feet
Marching on cobble streets
Oh sinners come down, yeah-eh-eh
Yeaaah, I must be good for something
Yeaaah, yeah" I sang with such emotion I felt tears coming out of my eyes. The words gave me so much power over my emotions I forgot how good it felt to express them. I kept singing while performing the dance to the very special guest that was in my room. Tears were streaming down my face still and I felt weird. I stopped dancing, my singing toning down an octave and the volume sounding a bit more on the scary side. I wiped my face and looked at my hands and saw black liquid on them.

Panicking I started crying more, sobs coming out now. I felt sick. I looked at the specimen in my room but he seemed to have been disgusted by my crying and left. I then bent over and hurled up some black liquid. It spread across the floor like paint, the thick consistency flowing out of my mouth still. My sobs became more violent as I heard sirens go off and a bunch of people came into my room. I knelt down in a rush and searched through the liquid not sure of what I was looking for. The liquid was everywhere now. On my clothes and skin. That is when I saw a face in the liquid. A fancy grin displayed. I manically laughed, liquid still dripping out of my mouth, and eyes.

The commotion around seemed non existent. All I wanted to do was laugh as the liquid moved around creating more faces. I wasn't questioning it, it was having fun so I wasn't judging it. That's when the faces became more violent and now they were pictures of people I used to care for.

"NO no no no nooo nooo NOOOOOOO!!" I started violently screaming. I slashed at the floor trying to remove the nightmare in front of me but couldn't. I grabbed my face and hair trying hard to look away but it was like the liquid had me in a trance.

It was haunting me.

I am not fucking crazy.