White Wings

Part 3

So, here is the next part... I'm trying to type everything up as much as I can and break into parts that seem more logical... Well, comment and tell me what you think! =D

Part 3

            All I remember now is darkness. I’ve been trying so hard to hang on to the memories from seven years ago, which were slowly slipping away. But it was all I had left now. Memories. I haven’t seen the sun or breathed fresh air in a long time, ever since I was taken away to be more precise. All I see from the the iron bars that imprison me are others like myself. I haven’t see John, Julie or mother ever since I’ve woken up in this place, but I think of them every single day.

            I try so hard to hang on to their faces, but it’s been so long the details are gone. From Mother what I remember the most is her kindly smile and her voice when she answered mine and Julie’s questions. I remember Julie and John much better, but I remember them from seven years ago. They must have changed quite a bit since then. I don’t think I have much, but I most likely did.

            On either side of me were iron bars. The bars were about an inch and a half thick and about seven to eight inches apart. On my right and left side the bars went on for only about two feet and then the rest was a thick concrete wall. I guess the cells were built this way so that there was some privacy but I could still communicate with the others. On my right side was a girl named Dana. She was only about a year older than me, but she was the most recent one here. Her skin was tanned like my brother’s. Her jet black hair was long and straight and it went well with her complexion. On my left side was Sophyella. She was about my age, but was a lot smaller. She had a very pale skin and long golden curls that had never been cut.

            Dana and Sophyella were very different, they were like two extremes, the only thing they had in common was that they both had green eyes, but that was also where they were most different. Sophyella’s eyes were a bright curious green that held hope every time I looked into them, and Dana’s eyes were dull and hardened and empty. It somehow reflected who they were and I wonder what my eyes said about me.

            Sophyella has never been out of here. She has been in this place ever since she can remember. She sometimes talked about a woman way back in her memories which she sometimes dreamed about, she said the woman was always smiling in her dreams. Sophyella was truly the dreamer. She wanted nothing than to be out of here and see the world, she made me tell her everything I remembered in as much detail as possible, even the things I never paid much attention to like the trees and how they changed each season. She asked so many questions and listened all the while. I think she was what kept me sane, I can’t even try to explain what it would be like to be in this predicament alone.

            For a few years it was only me and Sophyella, and one day we just all woke up with a new member in the same situation as us. It was somewhat exciting to have someone knew around and depressing and sad all the same, it meant that we it was someone else that also had to suffer being locked up. But Dana’s story was very much different than mine. I had an almost perfect childhood and was happy. She had been running from people all her life and finally had been captured, she wasn’t confused like me when she woke up here, she already expected this when they found and caught her. She was well built as a result of many fights and a hard life, and she mostly kept to herself.

            Since Sophyella never tired of hearing me talk about what I remembered, even as vague as it was nowadays I told her. It also helped me not to forget. I think it made her even more hopeful every time I repeated my stories. Dana had even more memories than me seeing as she spent more time of her life being free rather than locked up, but what she remembered were bitter and depressing memories from living such an unpredictable life always scared of being found out. I felt sorry for her. At least I had been happy before being thrown in this place, even if was less time outside than her. I only wish I had lifted off at least once, that was one of the things I couldn’t tell Sophyella about because neither of us had ever done it. I hadn’t been ready yet, but Dana like John already had. I was fully developed now, but now it no longer mattered. Sophyella should have been fully developed, but it seemed the people who kept us here had messed up with her and she was developing much more slowly than normal.

            It had taken us a while to figure out how they experimented on us. We smelled some sickly sweet smell which we guessed it to be some kind of sleeping gas or something similar which made us black out. Dana had more theories and guesses about what happened each time we were out than me or Sophyella. Sometimes we felt no difference on ourselves when we woke up, but most times we felt a lot of pain among other symptoms. It depended what they had injected on us, but then that we really had no idea.