Fahrenheit 452

Prologue

Everyone thinks I am no more. That I died. If you don't quite know me, I'm Clarisse McClellan. I'm seventeen and I'm crazy. At least people think I am. Apparently I'm too social, but no matter. The kids here and there. I think they're better off with the label of 'Crazy'; they kill each other. More often than not by racing or running people over. My family did indeed move away but as for me..the government has been holding me here. In this little sanctum. I don't necessarily know where I am. They haven't let me outside these ghostly halls.

It's also particularly cold in this little room I'm held in. They call my room 'The Box'. There's a bed of sorts, metal with a broken spring mattress. An deflated pillow, and sheets that waterfalled down to the wooden floor but no blanket, just a small throw. So, it's not wonderful for getting the most needed warmth. An annoying light bulb that continuously buzz's, hangs from the ceiling and there's a little petite window with rusty hinges; I can see the city through it.

It's a long ways away, but it doesn't look like it did before. It seems smaller, darker. Vacant. After the bombers went through..
I haven't been able to feel the sun or breeze since the monster of men in dark, ragged trench coats and black boots brought me here. Six months or so I presume has passed since I was taken. I think there's other people here, but then again I'm not sure. The only time they let me out of my room is when they take me down a couple long hallways into this white room with padded walls, they call it The Pin. It looks like a psychiatric ward, but there's something different about it. They tell me I'm here so they can help me "feel better", but every time they bring me in here, I feel sick afterwards. The doctor's face is always covered, so I can only see his eyes. One is a very vibrant violet color with a dilated looking pupil and the other..
He smells of musky alcohol and peppermint mixed with trees and wet earth, nature.

A bright light from above blinded me as he prepared my vein for the injection. After restraining me in a white examination chair. Straps placed on the arm rests and at the bottom for your ankles; very uncomfortable. I then started to feel dizzy and I think I passed out, but yet I..still felt awake; except I'm in a different setting. On a different and better day. •{Montag! I see Montag, he's walking towards me. "Hello Montag!!" I yell as I wave to him, but he just stops suddenly and stands there with his head hung a bit low, as if he doesn't even see me. I feel warmth running down my face then, tears; I'm crying. I run up to Montag but before I completely get to him, I hit something really hard with my body and fall to the ground. As I look up, I see Montag holding leaves, from the fall. Dead and frail. He then sniffs the leaves and I hear him; he inhales and exhales. Each breath, audibly clear to my ears before he let out a soft sigh and whispers "Cinnamon" ..as everything fades to black.}•