Humanity

White Room

I stand in amongst white. White is all that surrounds me. No windows and no speck of dust. Even I'm clean. My normal faded worn-out shorts and pale coloured shirts aren't on me. Instead a pristine white tee and white shorts adorn me. No shoes, no socks. I can't remember what I was last doing. It's like my memory has been cleaned or a stopper put inside my head. I don't know. Everything is one big problem that I can't solve. I can't even remember how old I am. Maybe in my teens. I don't even remember or know if I have a family. I probably do, everyone has one. Right? That's it. I'm asleep. Wait, no! I've bumped my head really hard, losing my memory temporarily.

I'm just staring blankly at the white wall. My brain, I swear is playing tricks on me. The silence is deafening. It's too clean for my liking. I'm uncomfortable. It's not my normal atmosphere, I can't be myself. I'll lose my mind if I stay here. Maybe that's what they want. I want my old clothes back, my phone gone. My feet are cold as they stand on the even colder floor. A beep sounds. It's the sweetest relief ever. A small bed pops out. I bound over to the bed, like it's the best present in the world. A warm comfortable bed. It's white as well. I lie down on the bed and stare at the, can you guess? Oh yeah, white ceiling. Wait. If all the walls, floor and ceiling are all the same colour do they even have names, since you can't tell them apart? My eyes droop, but I don't know why. I'm not even tired. I don't even know if its day or night. I want my phone a watch or at least a clock.

I don't know how light is seeping into the room. There is no lights or windows. I can't believe that my brain is still working. It's like mush. My hair falls into my face. I have nothing to put it up with. Everything was taken from me. Yeah, I know I'm a dude, but if my hair annoys me what's wrong with putting it up?

A big clanking sound surrounds the room and myself. I try and pin point where the sound is coming from. The south. Wait! No, west. Arghhhhh! I can't even remember which way is north or south. But on one of the many white walls I hear a clanking of metal and I think it starts moving. I don't really know if it is because all is white, and I have been in hear for ages. It could just be an illusion.

I get up of the comfy white bed and walk over to the noise. I think I'm normal once again as the clanking of metal flows through my ears. It's sweet relief, I'm officially not going crazy. The wall starts moving upwards. My eyes are glued to the moving wall. As it comes to a stop a door is revealed. My cold bare feet trudge over to the door. I have a million questions running through my brain, like; what's happening?? Why was I trapped in a white room? Who am I?

My shaky hand grasps the cold metal door handle and pulls it towards me. It opens with no sound whatsoever. I walk through the door onto metal and keep walking. I walk past labs and other white rooms. It seems that even though It was all white people from the outside could see through. As I walk past I look into several white rooms, empty. People might have gone through the same treatment as me. I get to the end of the corridor and yet again, another door. I open it and step inside. Lots of people in white lap coats and kids that look like the same age as me, are sitting in the corner being talked to.

I just stand there looking around. A lady I don't know how old she is comes up to me and ushers me towards a corner, away from all the other kids.

"Hello, my name is Doctor Trenan. You are probably wondering why you are here and what happened to your memories. You will get your memories back in due time, but the other kids get there's first." The lady keeps rambling, I can't even get a word in, "You and the other teenagers are a part of a very important research. It is where we put you in a white room and test on you to examine your brain activity, and your reactions to certain chemicals."

I just sit there absorbing all the new information. I'm a part of an experiment. Doctor Trenan hands me a file and a needle, "Jab the needle into your arm when your ready. It won't hurt." With that she walks off. I grip the needle very tight and jab it into my arm. A wave of emotions and memories hit me at once. I can remember. I look in the file. It as all the information about me and the research project.

The project is to help the world to learn how to adapt to different environments to live. What strikes me is that the Earth is dying. As I finish reading people come over to me and pick me up. I start screaming as they sit me down on a hard, cool metal surface. The scientist all come over with one carrying all types of sharp needles. All that is going through my head is no, not needles. Please no more.

I call the first name that comes to my head that I remember, "Jake!" As I call that name fresh memories hit. My best friend and I staring at each other as our memory was wiped. It's sick what these people put us through.

The scientists start whispering to each other, "He knows." "This could ruin our plan and experiments." All the comments are all the same reference 'he knows'

The other teens look at me with new faces. Instead of the curious faces, there faces show hope, happiness and realization. I suddenly remember that all of those 5 teenagers are my best of friends. As the scientists are distracted I jump out of the loose grips of the security and run over to the teenagers and run past then, motioning them to follow me. I press a blue button sand the door starts closing. I usher all of my friends through the gap and smash the buttons, so they can't get through.

As my friends and I run a thought goes through my mind, we aren't safe. None of us are. As we keep running out the doors into the outside world all I think is that we have to be careful with who we trust. No one can help us not even our loving families, it's up to us to escape the experiments and research, and save Earth.