Cell 57

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Four walls. Five fingers. Two hands. Two eyes. One mouth. One floor.

I crawled up to the corner,my hands on the walls that had Death stained all over them. I shut my eyes so tightly, as my breathe got caught in my throat.

I ran my hands through hair, as the cell door shattered my thoughts.

Three knocks.

I held my tears as the light reach my face. I placed my face on the wall, trapping the screams inside me as they slipped the tray of food towards me.

Food that was poisoned.

I held my screams, as the tray hit my toes. Burning my flesh apart. I raced my hands through my hair again, as I let loose the scream.

The tray was always burning hot.

My screams blending in with the Others.

I let loose of the tears, as I glanced slowly at my toes that were literally burned to my bones. I slowly reached to touch my burned toe. But stopped when I saw my blood flow as my bone stuck out.

I can't say I'm used to it.

Even after 17 years I'm not used to the pain of my burns.

They want us to know they are in control. I let loose a breathe I never knew I held. I laid my head on the wall. I traced my fingers across the writing on the wall. The numbers. The information.

They want powerless monsters. Not stupid ones.

I never seen the sun. Nor the moon. Nor the ocean. I've never left my cell. Unless it was experiment time.

I started to reread the stories, craved in the walls. Even through the darkness I would see.

I could find my way through the darkness but never through the light. Because I've never seen light unless they open the doors for burning us by the food trays.

I can read, but I can't relate.

I started to read the story of the day earth died. I try block the memories of the things that are supposed to be in the dark.

I try to block the memories. I try.

But I fail.

Something clicked. Something moved.

No. No. No. No. No. No.No.No. No.

I screamed my lungs out as my heads spins, as my hands shake. As I hold my head screaming as they let loose of the toxic air.

Bugs crawl all over my lungs, as my thoughts shattered like glass as fog covers my eye sight. My heart beats like a hammer as my nose bleeds.

My locked ocean behind my eyes, becomes set loose as I start to chock. I hold my throat, with my hands as I lay on the floor.

My insides start to rip themselves apart as I still fight all the toxicity.

It's basically impossible to not fight the toxic they release.

I let loose of my last breathe, as I laid unconscious. Letting darkness tame my anger.

•••

The woman sung as she ignored the screams outside, she held her daughter. Singing through her tears just for her daughter.

She continued singing as the screams stopped. She continued as the the guards broke down, the door. She continued singing for her daughter as they dragged her away.

The mother continued singing as they slit off her head. And even through death you could hear her voice.

•••

I slowly opened my eye lids. Only to see light shining on me. I closed my eyes shut.

Before opening them again, realizing I'm not in my cell.

I'm not in cell 57.

I looked around as fear and loathing flashed through my eyes. I'm tied down to a bed.

I've heard of beds. But never seen one. Not felt one.

But it wasn't the bed that was bothering me. It was the creator, that's what I should call them.

He was covered in a suit, a plain whit suit that covered all his body, it had a oxygen tank attached to its back.

He ignored me, signing a piece of white thingy. A paper.

He hand the paper over to the other person next to him. And then he started to speak.

" Her blood type is turning dangerous. There's too much unknown things running through her veins. Her powers are starting to learn. She started to gain power, and that is why experiment X must be rid of. " He said to the other person next to him, as he reached for a mask.

The other person nodded taking the papers walked out of the lab.

It hit me in the chest. They wanted to get rid of me. The days of my life were over, I expected myself to feel happy. Happy to get free of this life.

But instead I was shocked and scared. My lungs started to fill with water as u shook my head and my wrists that were tied. I tried moving my legs.

Tried.

I screamed my soul to billions of pieces as he placed the mask over my face. I start to wiggle like a fish as he whispered " Goodbye Experiment X "

And that, ladies and gentlemen , is how the end of my story began.