Prometheus

Sanity

I was dragged by two men into this tiny room. I wasn't sure how long I had been here. Time had no meaning in here.
It was still dark outside.
The room held a remarkable resemblance to the dingy van. It's grey walls were bare bar the long scratch marks along them. I wonder what happened here? I sat on the edge of the single, metal framed bed. I could feel the springs pressing through the mattress. Something told me that this wasn't exactly going to be a pleasant experience.
I exhaled loudly and collapsed back on the bed. I stared at the ceiling. The light above my bed flickered before going out.  Memories danced through my mind, tormenting me as I dropped in and out of consciousness.

"Come and say hello  to your little sister!" My mother sung though the house. I took the stairs two at a time, I could barely contain my excitement. I reach the bottom and see my parents proud faces, in my mothers arms is a small bundle. I gaze down into the white cloth to be greeted by the bluest eyes I have ever seen. She  smiled a toothless smile up at me, making a strange gargling noise. My mouth ached from the large grin spread across my face. "You want to hold her?" My father asked, his voice as smooth as honey. I nodded eagerly, no words could describe the pounding in my chest. I studied her face, taking in every small feature. She had a small birth mark in her hair line. "We are going to be best friends." I paused, holding her closer so only she could here, "I'll always protect you." I whispered down at her, my voice filled with love. 

I woke with a start, sweat covering my body. I had failed. Sleep evaded me for the rest of the night.

I watched the sun rise through a small window in my room, you wouldn't have been able to fit your head through it even if it wasn't bared.  Not even the vibrant pinks that danced through the sky could make this compound look like anything bar what it was; The embodiment of my failure.
Days merged together and still no one came. A small slit in my door opened occasionally to have food thrown through . It was always stale. 
I'm not sure but at some point I began to talk to myself. I felt myself slowly fall through the cracks of my own sanity. Hysteria beat over me like a steady tide. I would hear whispers echo around the room. Telling me that this could all be over if I was brave enough. They called to me. They invaded my dreams at night. Not even my fondest memories were safe.
I prayed for the door to open, I wouldn't even care if it was the grey eyed man in the hazmat suit at this point. But it never did.
I had never believed in God but had always found it comforting to believe in a higher power- especially after my parents died. But here in this lonely cell with my sanity slipping through my grip with every passing second, I found it comforting  to pray. I prayed to Jesus and God, as well as to several Hindu Gods,  and to Allah peace be upon his name and any one else that sprung to mind. Including Buddha I wasn't sure if you could pray to him but I would try anything . I was desperate for anyone to hear my suffering.