Broken Nightmares

Broken Nightmares Part 2

I'm very cold. I don't remember how I got here, or what of my life before this happened. This small room has been long abandoned, along with me inside of it. The floor is ice cold, the scent of my unwashed body taints the air around me. From what I remember when my captives enabled me, I was able to walk around my prison box for 1 hour a day as exercise, I remember there stood a huge mainframe that sat in the same room which glowed a bright red, several large generators then surrounded the corners of the small square room. The hours exercise never lasted long before my visor was replaced over my eyes, intentionally enforcing my temporary blindness, it was useless resisting.

During my sleep I find myself in the middle of a huge building, for unknown reasons my attire always consists of a uniform fit for a school, a white shirt hidden under a loose black sweater, a black plaid design skirt that fell just below my thighs and dark tights with my bare feet. It is always raining in this world. Although, I like the rain. I always seem to enter the building through a double door entrance from the outside, there lies a huge tree with an object that swings side to side. Ever since admitted to the institute I've had these recurring dreams, I like to perch myself on the swing, the feel of the rain dripping on my pale face is always a reminder of the luxuries I once had. The swing is my sanctuary from my normal life, I'm free to swing whatever direction I feel like although one thing bugs me, I feel as if I'm being watched.

Although, I've lost track with how long it has been since I have been allowed to open my eyes, even more, I've forgotten what colour resides inside them. For as long as I can remember the mainframe beside me makes sparking, crackling noises... almost as if it's destroyed, but not so. I know this because the tubes that run throughout my body feed me certain vitamins and liquidised nutrients every 12 hours through my mouth, there's also 2 connectors to my nether region to extract waste whenever need be, it wasn't easy to grow used to the tubes inside me, the slightest move would remind me of the connections for weeks. Also, being routinely force fed means that I can lie on this cold, tiled floor for years and never die... I can easily stand up to allow myself exercise although several wires pull my extremely overgrown white hair up to a conversion in the ceiling which restricts my movement somewhat.

If I had to make a rough guess as to how long I've been alone in this facility, I'd say it feels around atleast 2 years... Also it has become a recurring occurrence of foot steps outside of my room, they come closer and closer as my heart races, then I hear nothing. 5 minutes pass before the foot steps outside of the entrance move away, fading into the distance. There's not much for me to do here besides think and sleep, so when the footsteps become too far away to hear, I begin counting, 1, 2... 1004... 28932.... 53089..... 84098. Eighty-four thousand seconds, 1401 minutes or 23 hours. The routine footsteps make their way down a corridor outside of my room again, they don't sound like a womans footwear. I'm not sure how the nutrients keep coming, maybe the facility is still running but 'they' forgot about me? I don't know... It's not like I couldn't escape, my hands aren't confined and neither are my legs, although the visor can only be removed through a digital key and I have no idea where it's kept. Although I guess there's no use in spending my time crying on this ice cold floor for the rest of my life, I need to find a way out of this place even if I know that it won't help me in the long run, my eyes may have already been permanently impaired due to the large amount of time that they've remained unused, my hearing and sense of smell have already been heightened which worries me to no end.

Realising that I'm most likely going to die in here, I slowly pick my naked body up off of the floor. I had forgotten what my breasts even looked like, and groping them seemed to do nothing for the memory. Well, enough of that, I squeeze the tube that fills my stretched mouth and pull it out with a 'pop' dropping it to the floor with a splurt. Next came the connectors inside my lower body, a catheter has been inserted inside of my lady part, whilst a tube entered my rectum. I dropped both of my weak hands to the sides of my thighs, gradually grazing them across the top of my thighs and up the cables which entered my body, I unhesitatingly and regrettably pulled out the catheter as a sharp pain shot through my groin, a liquid which I couldn't identify began to leak out of where the cable once entered me, I can't let this phase me. Then came the tube that resided in my rectum, “You can do this...” I said to myself with deep breaths. I reached behind my butt, which is quite small due to the lack of food, I guess you could call my entire body thin although the routine feeding prevents me from entering anorexia. But anyhow, my breathing became more rapid as my right hand nervously grasped the 2 inch wide tube, I squeezed it and pulled softly and with luck, it began to slowly emerge from my hole. There wasn't a lot of pain although the cables acted like vacuums, not making it easy to extract.