B l a n k

Chapter 10

(Sorry I haven’t updated in awhile(I say that a lot, don’t I?). Now that it’s summer, I should have more time to write, so I’ll try really hard to post more, okay? And I know this is short. Sorry! ^^’ Anyways, enjoy~)

A dull beeping echoed in the darkness that surrounded me, which cradled my broken being in it’s cold arms. I could only open my tired eyes for a few moments to see the white walls surrounding me on every side. The only thing I could hear was the steady beating of my heart, perfectly in sync with the droning beep, before I slipped into unconsciousness again.

When my eyes opened the second time, there were three men around me, dressed in spotless, white coats. They stared down with calculating eyes, scribbling notes onto their little clip-boards as they checked what I assume were monitors situated around me. I could feel small tubes running into my nose, making a hollow rushing sound whenever I breathed, and I could see the cold, sterilized IV needle that was in my arm, taped down with a little tube leading up to the bags of clear fluid that seemed to float around me. Before I fell asleep again, I managed to catch a glimpse of a little bracelet covered in chicken-scratch handwriting around my wrist, accompanied only by a cold metal cuff connected to my bed’s arm rail.

The third time, I was alone again, but I still couldn’t bring myself to react. It was like my mind was suspended. Nothing was around to make it feel. All of my senses seemed numb, including my sense of time, so when I gave into my constant, drug-induced drowsiness, I had no idea how long I had even been awake.

Finally, I opened my eyes to a more familiar setting. Puffed up cells formed the walls, ceiling, and floor around me, with only a door to interrupt the smoothness of it all. Every few minutes, a person would peek through the window in the door, but no one seemed to show emotion, like usual. No worry. No surprise. Not even interest. I finally turned away and managed to drag myself over to the a corner opposite of the door, tired of watching people stare at me like a caged animal.

Stephen came in a few times, but whenever he tried to talk, I would ignore him.

I just sat there, Indian-style, facing the corner with my fingertips brushing the floor between my legs. The top of my head was nestled in the space where the walls met. I stared at the bottom of the wall for who-knows-how-long, since I was still disoriented and couldn't tell a second from an hour. I had seen a shiny new clock hanging above the mirror across the hall, but it didn’t seem to matter right now.

The only time that I ever bothered doing anything was when Myra gave me the weird blue pills that made me drowsy, and when Stephen forced me to eat something after I woke up.

When Jerome came in, he wasn’t playful anymore. He didn’t act like his normal perverted persona, and instead let me undress myself and shower.

I just sat down in the stall, letting the cool water run over my face, dripping from my chin down to the cold tiles beneath me.

Eventually, Jerome draped my clothes and a plush white towel over the bar at the entrance, where the curtain rings clung feebly. I took this as a hint that I needed to get out soon, so I stood up and spun both knobs to the ‘off’ position before pulling the towel down and drying myself off. I pulled on the new set of clothes, and once I exited the shower, Jerome escorted me back to my cell, and then I was alone. Neither of us had spoken the entire time.

I crawled back over to my corner, and then sat there for probably another year or so, my mind blank and my heart devoid of any feelings I had before.

Now what?