Hello.
You don’t know who I am. That’s okay. I don’t expect you to.
I’ve been watching over your friend.
They’re awfully mean at this place. I’d know, but I just figured you wouldn’t. You’re new. So was she. So was I.
They don’t treat us like people here. They don’t treat us like animals. They treat us like experiments. Like we aren’t alive. We’re their toys here, their pawns. Fun for them, pain for us.
I know you can’t feel the same pain I do. But please.
REMEMBER WHAT YOU SEE HERE.
* * *
The room was dark. The only light that was offered was a small lamp, angled to hang it’s head over various glimmering objects. The only window to the outside was boarded up and only let broken slivers of what must have been moonlight fall on the floor. Her hands and ankles were bound tight to the bed, raw and red from her struggles. Her palms were bloody, numerous claw marks engrained from her clenching her hands. The only progress she’d made was wrenching her shoulder, which throbbed on her left.
There was another window. It’s surface was mirror-like, but she wasn’t so foolish as to believe it was such. It was a one-way window, like the ones in an interrogation room. BUt this one had been put there to observe patients. She had to admit, it seemed unconventional. And yet- functional.
She hadn’t seen a human face in…my she didn’t know how long she’d been in here. What felt like years. Probably wasn’t anywhere near, but there was little comfort in the statement.
Hot, feverishly hot. Her lips were chapped, forehead clammy, breast covered in a chilling sweat. The breaths she took felt like stolen goods, each clawing down her throat. Her fingers trembled, arms finally going limp, exhausted. Her sides began to heave with effort, air thickening. Vision faded, it felt like static and her head was buzzing, screaming in voices she couldn’t understand. Back arching off the mattress, she felt her worn throat try to purge a meal she hadn’t eaten. Her weakened muscles rippled, and a small groan left her lips.
She closed her eyes, and prayed she wouldn’t wake up.
* * *
Steven’s P.O.V.
This was about to be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. I literally wrote it down in my second will. If this kills me, tell Gregory I love him. And tell Shelby to put it in Karkat’s butt. Someone kick Louis for me too.
Well, if we find them. Everyone decided to take their fucking time so it’s been like a month. We had to gather supplies or something. Everyday we had a new excuse. I had to sneak out to just try this time.
I had a small group I’d dragged with, made up of Kekei, who for whatever reason kinda hated me, Gregory, my faithful zombie kitten, and Cat, my girlfriend. Kekei had decided he was the leader of our little patrol, and when I tried to regain my leadership he burnt my shoe. So I let him have it, even though he gave me the stupid jobs.
“Steven… You can go home.” Kekei swished his tail dismissively.
“This was my idea! I should get the coolest job!”
“No.”
“Kekei, there has to be SOMETHING he can do.” Cat tried to waver him, being closer to him and Shelby. Kekei snorted, a bit of smoke rising from his nostrils, then grumbled, “I guess he can keep watch of the entrance, required he doesn’t screw that up too.”
“Thank you, Kekei.” Cat patted his spiny head. He looked more annoyed than before, but I’d take it.
“So what do I do… just stand here and like… what even.”
