Golden State ( a Killjoy fanfic )

Chapter 19: Same Time, Different Place

-Somewhere Else-

She was counting the squares on the ceiling again. She went up and down the rows of tiles until she got to the number she always got to, 12,654. She then started over.

She knew that counting and recounting the same tiles over and over again probably didnt help her mental stability. If she hadnt already, she would lose her mind eventually.

But there was nothing else to do in the tiny room in which she lived out her days. All four walls were a concrete off- white, and the ceiling composed of gray tiles. One of the walls had the outline of the door that seldom opened, and next to it the outline of the hole they slid her food through.

When she first came here, she was taken out of the room much more often then she was now. They scanned her body and made her take pills. Sometimes she would end up back in the room, with no memory of how she got there.

Of course, she had no idea how long she had been in the room. Boredom always made things seem like they were longer than they were right? It felt like she had been in here for years upon years. But, maybe she had only been in here for a couple of months.

She looked from her white clothes to the white walls and the white ceiling.

The white was making her crazy.

So, she ran her dark hair through her hands. It had grown long since she was put in the room, it fell almost the entire length of her back, another reason she thought she had been in there awhile.

She began counting the squares again, and tried to remember things. Her brother's face, her mother's laugh. She couldnt remember exactly how her mom sounded, but her brother's face came to her easily. She smiled to herself.

Wait. What color were her brother's eyes?!

No. No. No. How could she have forgotten. Her mind kept telling her white, but that didnt make any sense. The iris of an eye couldnt be white, could it?

She yelled in distress, and then tried to remember other things.

Her friends. They were the last people she had seen. But their voices too, faded over time. She made a mental note to know each of their eye colors, none of which were white.

The slot by the door opened and a tray of food was shoved in.

She yelped in joy when she saw what was on it: a slice of ham, some green vegetables, and even a cup of coffee.

Usually the food was bland at best; some buttered bread and water. Other times, it was disgusting mush. But on a rare occasion, they gave her good food.

She mentally added this meal to her whole number of meals she had received. 1472. She wasnt sure if they were feedingd her on a consistent basis. But, she averaged it about two meals per day. So 1472 divided by two. She quickly did the math, and hoped she wasnt right.

736. 736 days in this room. A year was what? 365 days? She nodded, remembering. So she had been in this room for over two years.

She finished her food and laid on the concrete floor. She spoke aloud, "I am going to sleep now." and the lights went off. Sometimes she called for the person who turned off the lights; asking them to help her. But all they did was turn off the goddamned lights. She would say to the unknown being, "Well if you wont help me, my friends will." with a smirk on her face.

She knew now that the person wasnt going to help her, and neither were her friends.

~

[A/N: sorry for such a short chapter.

keep it ugly

-Siren]