Once Upon A Thread

3

The mob only had a brief moment of silence before changing up their chant.

"CHAIN HER UP!"

"WHIP HER!"

"THROW HER TO THE MONSTERS."

Theirs voices swirled around me, it seemed like for a moment I was floating. In the air feeling weightless. My body stiff with shock.

I was flying towards my inevitable death by the hands of the angry mob. They march my limp body to a unknown destination. Some one with a good aim still managed to throw a rock at me. Successfully knocking me out.

The time I spent unaware of my surroundings was a unknown blessing. I didn't know at the time that was the most rest. I would ever get for a extremely long time. When I finally did wake up, my limbs were heavy like wet sand. All my joints crackled with protest against moving.

My fingers scraped against the dark concrete floor. As I pathetically tried to push myself up. It took probably a hour before I gave up and put my energy in just rolling over. I'm just to weak to stand up.

A dry moan hisses between my lips as I roll onto my side. Observing my new surroundings. I realize I'm trapped inside of a small cell. The only light coming through my cell bars is the moon light.

The Walls are solid with just a small opening in the middle of the wall in front of me. When the darkness began to creep away and some rays of real light showed. I some how had managed to push myself up against the back wall.

The sound of keys jangling together snapped me out of my misery. I couldn't see anyone but could hear the guard speak loud and clearly.

"I see you regained consciousness prisoner 182. Here you get three meals a day and if you choice to starve that's on you.

Everyone can go out to the yard mid day......but I recommend some one like you. To stay inside the safety of your cell. No guard is going to protect you against any of them horny beast's. "

Authority is present with this guards tone of voice. So I don't ask any questions. I'm just thank full for the tray of food being slid through my wall. The plate consistent of brown mush and white mush. Reality really starts to set in as I stare at the alien food. With out much of a thought about taste I sallow it all.

It has no taste and sits heavy in my now bloated stomach. Memories of all my choices up until this moment haunt me. For weeks all I can think of is all the what ifs.

All the should-a, could-a, would-a moments that I could have changed if I had a time machine. It doesn't take much longer for me to loose complete track of time. I have no place to go besides to a ultimate death. If I wish to be fully suicidal and go out on the prison yard.

No matter how uncomfortable it gets sleeping on the cold floor. Or un-savory the food is I don't go. I don't let myself fully submerge me with the wish for death. For some reason my worthless life was spared in a crash that could have been prevented.

Had I done any research on which ship to hide in. Maybe I wouldn't be here. Maybe that guy Paul wouldn't be dead. Instead I'm here and he's not. On the bright side at least I'm not starving in here. At least no one's physically torturing me.

My eyes crack open when I hear the familiar jangle of keys. when the guard slides my food in the slot. I call out to him.

"Hey! Wait, I have a question?"

For a moment I believe he's completely ignored me untill I hear him grunt.

" Hurry up, I have more prisoners to feed. Not just you. "

My dry throat tenses as I ask the most recent thought on my brain. My voice shakes but I have to ask.

"How long am I going to be here for?"

The jangle of keys and the guards laughter fill the empty space around me.

"Sweet heart, your here for the long haul. Just in case If your species is to dense. To know what that is. It means Life. "