Sensation

Her Name

Flashback -

May 09, 2010

"What's your name?"

They say the eyes are the pathways to your soul.
He didn't look into my eyes.

"It doesn't matter," I reply.

"Goddammit, just tell me your name!"

I stared at the watch ticking on his wrist, it was painfully loud, creating echoes against my hollow bones.

A breeze from the crack of the ceiling emerged in. A chill ran down from my spine. Fuck, I thought, it's going to happen again.

Present:

My handwriting is ugly, mainly because I wouldn't want you to fall in love with pretty words.
So I type, and I've been typing for the past three months. I'm being watched right now.

There are numerous wires that are connected to machines attached to the surfaces of my skin. There are needles injected in my veins, and when I breathe, you can almost hear my lungs digest the air.
The opposite inner workings of photosynthesis -the workings of life; cellular respiration.
I will type until my fingers ache, mostly because they force me. They say that is the only way to maintain my humanity, oh how inhumane.

I could hear footsteps coming. It's funny how humans run really. They always let gravity pull them back right down when they just managed to defy it. Their toe tips only caress the air for a quick second, and back to eating dirt they go. Cowards. Always running. Running against a world that can't be defeated.

I can hear them scream in panic. They're coming to "save" me, so they say. The only saving I need however, is from them. But they can't seem to remember that because the human brain only remembers insignificant things.

I think they've realized they left the secured window of my room open. I should be pulling off these cords and detaching the metal that holds me down to this chair and running fast, running far, far, far away. But I figured I shouldn't be a coward. I'm not one of them.

"Oh thank god! She's still here," shouted Mrs. Peters.

Mrs. Peters was the head assistant of Dr.Scheiner's project.

"Are you alright? How many fingers am I holding?"

She was holding up two fingers, "Two" I said as I snickered.

"This isn't funny! You know that any contact you make with the physical world outside can affect you."

I rolled my eyes, as if I didn't know.

There were five big strong men in the room, each wearing a white uniform. One of them had already closed and sealed the high tech security window.

Mrs. Peters sighed with relief. "I was pretty sure I closed the window this morning while you were sleeping. Anyways, we'll be back in an hour to bring you breakfast. Any requests?"

I frowned. "Yea, I guess a roasted cinnamon roasted bagel with cream cheese and jelly would be nice."

Mrs. Peters nodded and led the men out the room.

It was nine a.m when Mrs. Peters came back with breakfast. She actually brought me what I wanted! Don't be fooled, I thought, she's not doing it from the kindness of her so called heart. She's doing it as a recompense for my good behavior in not escaping. Fuck, I knew I shouldv'e ordered something more expensive.

"Now you listen. Dr. Scheiner will be coming in the afternoon today. I beg you, please don't let anything of what happened this morning slip, okay?"