I stared at the blank walls. That's all I seemed to do these days. Just... Staring. There was a one way glass window, right next the the door. I could see some figures passing my room, but they were just empty shadows. Nothing but a dark silhouette. Whenever I would talk, all my voice would do was echo. I've heard anything else besides the echoing.
This blank, pointless life was never what I've asked for. I was kept in the same room since I was a baby. Now I was sixteen, and still I've never seen another human.
They projected things through the small hole above my door. They projected words, and taught me. I was expected to work problems out solely in my mind. I would speak the answer. If I got it right, I would go on to the next problem. If I got it wrong on the other hand, I was tortured, beaten senselessly.
I was fed a small meal once every three days, but it was genetically modified to hold me over for long periods of time.
My name is Samuel. I am the boy with the violet eyes.
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The Echo
General FictionIn a world where people are oblivious to the onslaught of humanity. In a world where they are restrained. Where they cannot touch one another, can't make friends, and are kept in a gray world of nothingness. Children are grown separated from their p...
