I woke up in a cold sweat breathing heavily as I still lie on the hard floor in the corner of the room I had passed out in.
I slowly got up and got some water. I don't think I could go back to sleep after knowing about Jack. I shuddered at the thought of him.
I decided to go to my best thinking spot.
The janitors closet.
I tiptoed past the snoring people around me fast asleep.
I quietly opened the door and slipped inside the pitch black room.
I tripped over something and crumpled onto the floor when I closed the door. "What the fuck dude" I mumbled to myself.
I sat in the darkness thinking.
I then decided to turn on the lights.
Why did I turn on the lights?
I shrieked in terror as I saw a figure hanging by a rope around its neck, I was blinded by the light and I couldn't tell who it was.
I burst out of the room screaming.
I was horrified as I looked back at the body.
I had tripped on the chair the person had kicked out from under him.
I looked at the poor swelled face with its eyes rolled up into the back of its head.
I recognized him...
My shrieks grew louder.
I had started crying like I had never cried before.
Ever since I got here I had been through a lot. but this was by far the worst.
Bile rose up in my throat as I realized who it was and threw up.
I was crying screaming everyone woke up at this point.
I looked at the room and saw a folded paper by the door.
I picked it up.
And read it.
-note-
Dear,
Noah and Vance
I was very unhappy here. I couldn't stand being here. They did things to me that no one should have to go through. Remembering all of the pain they made me go through was too much.
I needed to free myself. The only way was suicide. I am in a better place now. I hope you don't get mad.
Love,
Isaac-end of note-
My tears stained the suicide note as I read every word.
How did we not notice how horrible Isaac had felt this whole time?
Isaac was in a living hell and no one cared to notice. But he hid it well behind his smile.
His smile...
I remember the first time I had seen that smile of his, full of happiness and pleasure. His bright blue braces filling it.
I cried even harder at the thought of his smile...
I would never see it again...
I would never see him ever again...
Well...
Maybe someday...
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Runaway experiment
Teen Fiction14 year old Noah wakes up not remembering anything but his name and age, he is a facility filled with kids his age that are being experimented on. Noah plans to escape and runaway from this terrible place. Im sorry for any spelling or grammar errors...