Dark Alley

Chapter 6

     "Get me out of here!" I shouted. My lungs are already beaten and I can barely breath. I punched the wall with my hands. Hoping they're brittle enough - but they aren't. They're hard - metal made walls.

     "Maricriss - Maricriss get me out of here!" I don't know why I keep calling her name - why I trusted her too much. My shout turns to whisper, then turns to sigh.

     I touched my forehead, my face rested on my knees. I cried. There wasn't much more to do. Why am I alone?

     Sometimes I remember the things I learned from my bounded walls Science class. How the world outside here goes on. How people multiply. How I was made. Nobody ever explained my purpose. Why am I here? Why aren't I living? Why is it so hard to breath?

     "Get me out of here. I wanna go home!" It's the first time that I mentioned about home. I really want to go home. I want to see my parents. I want to know if they want to see me too.

     I give up. I lie down on the ground. I'm too tired to move. I hit my head with my fist. I easily get too exhausted and I hated myself for being like that.

     I blinked. I felt like I was hallucinating, the wall just moved sideways. Someone came in. This time It was an old man. He comes closer to me. I rose up from the ground and sat on the ground. My eyes are focused on his eyes.

His eyes were green.

     "Good morning Foster." He says as his face rises. He stands with a support of his wooden crane. No I don't remember anything about him - but those eyes. "Remember me?"

I shook my head.

     "Nah?" He shakes his head like he was mocking me. My hands were shaking, my jaws clenching. He looks at me as he laughs, "it was a very long time ago, I was thirty years old at time -

     "If you want me to be really exact I was in your birthday. You turned twenty on the 25th day of November 1995," he says. "Doesn't ring a bell. No?"

     I shook my head. I realized how old I am. "You must be kidding. I never celebrated my birthday here. I don't even know how many days I've been staying here-"

     "If I may correct you. It is not days that we are counting on in here. You've been here for years Foster." A pause. "My eyes Foster, don't you recognize me with these eyes - I even thought that's your specialty." He drew closer to me. Those green eyes. Where have I seen it. The man stood up again. "I know you don't want to play games with a stranger but I really want to mess up with your naivety and laugh about it - because for the rest of your life you will be living in naivety."

     I look at him, I feel insulted. My jaws and fist clenched ready to attack him if ever I hear another insult.

     "Before I make you remember who I am - first I want to introduce myself to you. My name is Doctor Calvin Harrison. You can call me Doctor Calvin or just Calvin." He says with a smile.

     "I'll call you Calvin," I told him. He nodded. I don't know why he kept on smiling even thought it was obvious in the face I give to him that I don't like his visit. "So what now Calvin?"

     "Ah...about that," he says. "I hope you can still remember of the word vaccine?" He laughs as my eyes widened. My stomach twisted. Is he?

Is he?

But.

How?

     "You were that guy from yesterday?" I said. He nods with sudden charm, "I can't believe it. You're so-"