Blackened Skin (Incomplete Novel)

Dread, And Questions

       I woke up after a terrible dream, and my awaken was much worse. I wiped my eyes, and it did no good seeing as my palms were sweaty, and so my eyes were covered in perspiration. I got up off the floor, and headed to the door. I banged on it once, waiting for a response. Nothing. I then banged it once more, hoping someone, anyone would hear it. Just silence. I banged my head against the door in frustration, when I suddenly heard a voice. A voice of a little boy. He sounded around my age, and my head filled with hope so fast that I couldn't hear what he said. "Excuse me, I'm sorry but can you repeat that?" I asked in my light high pitched voice. "My name is Ayden. I'm 10 years old. I can't talk long because the government officials are looking for me." He stated. Government officials? I was more confused than ever. "My name is..." He cut me off before I could answer. "Your name is Emily. Your 9 years old and your dad brought you here. I know your story. I know everyone's story."

     I asked him a simple question: Where are we? As sounds started to come out of his mouth, I heard him grunt, and his body hit the floor. All he could manage to get out was the letter "C". Well that doesn't help I thought to myself. I then headed towards the top right corner of the white walls, and when I arrived at my destination punched the wall. It did nothing. My arms are to frail to be able to make any sort of dent in the wall. All it did was hurt my hand. I cried. Just let it all pour out. No one cared if I cried, no one cared if I screamed. My dad said somewhere safe, well, I don't think this place is very safe. I have been injected with some weird drugs, and had my blood taken for no apparent reason. That's when it hit me. The scientist said my eyes weren't frozen. I had no idea what that meant, so I didn't know why I thought that I was on to something. I just sat there. Confused, weak, and defenseless.

     A tray of slop was pushed through the open slot of the door. I was to worried to eat. It was at the point I felt nasious. I put my head into my arms and sat there. I was confused. I'm only 9. I don't know why they would do this to me. The pieces of this puzzle simply didn't fit together. Momma dying, the dead bodies, dad leaving me here, frozen eyes, and government officials. None of this fit together. Why? Why did this happen? This makes no sense. "THIS MAKES NO SENSE!" I yelled punching the wall. My knuckles began to bleed but I felt no pain. I smeared the blood from my hand on the wall to spell "there is no hope." I cried once more, wipping the tears from my eyes and replacing it with blood. Should I give up?