Hidden Inside

The Black Room

She knew they would come back. She didn't know who they were or what she had to do with them either. Then again she didn't even know what her name was.  The only things she knew was that these coats referred to her as subject 27. She feared for when they would return. She knew they would eventually, but until then she had ben locked into the dark abyss of the Black Room. She figured it was her punishment for resisting. She had many aches and pains from the tests and the ways they had tried to subdue her before throwing her in the room. She didn't even know how long she had been in the room. There was no sense of time, nor food for her to eat. As time passed, and she was sure time still did in fact pass, she waited in the lonely darkness.  She grew weaker. Her eyes which once sparkled with flecks of gold lost in the greens of her irises clouded, giving in to the darkness. Her frame grew more frail and fragile as her stomach tore her body apart, looking for nutrients anywhere it could find even the slightest sliver to sustain itself.  She started to lose herself, turning into nothing but a numb shell in the silent nothingness. Finally she heard the heavy iron door creak along the hinges as it opened. She didn't bother to react. At last, the looming coat in front of the broken girl asked: "Are you ready to comply subject 27?" Though she had lost her sight from the everlasting time she experienced, she nodded and left the Black Room along with the person she once was.