My Gray, Her Silver

Prolouge

I may be small but I remember every minute of it. You will ask yourself how I remember it. A child of the age of one understand what happened? Well... that's impossible right? Wrong. And I'm still not sure if I understand it completely but I know anyone who was there at The Night will remember each and every detail. 

The scientist darted through the room made of only shades of grey. Their white clean crisp lab coats now fly behind them like capes. They were all out of breath from running and winded from yelling. The window I looked through was small but it opened up to a greater size. It blocked out most sound and muffled the screams that erupted from the scientists mouths. I could imagine their voices croaky and raspy from barking orders.

A high pitched shrill burst out of a young girls mouth. She was probably about 14 but wore the same lab coats as everyone else. She stared blankly her brown eyes showed no emotion as the white fog ate at her lungs almost as if she was possesed. She lurched foward and I tried to make myself to look away but some thing drew me to the girl. As she took her last breath of air with a sudden gasp she collapsed to the grown with a muted thud, even if I couldnt actually hear the thud I could imagine it so precisely it was irratating. I stared at the crippled heap on the cold metal floor with shocked eyes. A thin stream of blood dripped out of her nose and oozed onto the floor. All the color was drained out of her eyes like everything around me. Her eyes looked the the ones of a dead fish. Emotionless. Scared. Open. At the age of one I witnessed death and the cry for help and the echos of pain. I saw death personally kiss goodnight to the girl with brown eyes where she would never wake up. Never...