'They don't believe me. They think I'm crazy! Just like everyone else here. Why? Why can't they open their eyes and see? Why can't they open their ears and listen?' He thought to himself, but his questions continued through his head.
He rocked himself back and forth, not realizing his questions spilled out of his head and off his tongue as quiet whispers, though muffled while his mouth was covered by his knees he held close to his face. He stared at the floor with wide eyes, but as if he wasn't seeing it. He closed his eyes quickly and tightly. "They're coming," He said in a fearful, but sing song voice.
He removed his arms from around his legs and covered his ears with his hands. He heard voices. Quiet voices. He sometimes was curious as to what they were saying, but he knew better than to uncover his ears. He heard a door open. The voices would start to get louder.
"Stand up," was the first thing he heard. The words echoed as he tried to ignore all the voices that would tell him this. Then the next phrase came, as if someone had snapped at him, "Uncover your ears." This voice had a demanding tone, and made him flinch slightly.
"Follow us," A softer voice, seeming to flow straight through his hands and into his ears.
"No," he stuttered out fearfully.
"Shh," the voices told him. "Just get up, and walk through the door."
He shook his head slightly, though it would appear more as a tremble.
"Now," A voice with a harsh tone was heard. In fear, he finally stood up, but his eyes still closed, and his hands still over his ears.
He felt something nudge him, forcing him to take a step. He continued too, taking blind steps in the direction the voices seemed loudest. He hated every bit of this. He bumped his shoulder into the wall, but adjust to steer correctly out of the room. He heard laughter echo in the hallway as he exited, and whispers from every direction. He heard faint screams, seeming to come from a distance.
He was being nudged continuously in a straight line, and eventually he was stopped. His face hurt from having his eyes closed tightly for so long, but he didn't dare open them. He was never ready for the horrors outside his eyelids. He heard a door open, and was nudged along again.
"Uncover your ears," the more intimidating and demanding tone had said. "And open your eyes."
He shook his head again, being afraid of what he might see. Though his eyes were practically sealed shut, tears seeped through and streamed down his cheeks. His head was facing down, so his crying wasn't anything to be seen, and he tried his best not to make it loud enough for anyone that be around to hear.
"He keeps refusing to cooperate!" An angry voice cried out. "Can't we just leave him here? Maybe even kill him to end his suffering?"
"No!" Responded an annoyed voice. "He is still human, and killing is wrong! We just need to convince him that he needs to open his eyes, and listen."
"Paul," a kinder sounding voice said. "Paul Carmack."
Paul was his name, but he hadn't heard anyone use it in so long. He let out a shaky sigh as a response, but nothing came from his lips.
"Please, you have to trust us, and open your eyes and uncover your ears," the kind voice spoke again. "Please."
Paul tremble, and slowly slid his hands from his ears, and opened his eyes as he tilted his head to face upward again. His eyes became widened as he threw himself backwards at what he saw. He fell onto the ground, and scooted himself backwards until he hit a wall. He saw exactly what he was afraid of seeing. No one.
Paul was in his room still, a completely white room with a white bed and sheets, and no door.
'How long is this going to take?' He thought to himself.
His whole expression became angry, and he stood up and began to pound on the wall. "How long is this going to take?!" He repeatedly yelled as he threw his fists at the bright white wall.
After a minute he broke down into tears and slid down against the wall, curled up in a ball again.
"How long is this experiment going to last?" He whispered to himself before closing his eyes, crying quietly to sleep.
