Secret safe room

In my box

« They always win on us. They love that. Hurt every single child, like bad dogs who do wrong their only jobs. They hate us. We hate them. It was always like that. No one care about us. We don't care if they all die. Since they are always the strongest in this place, some of us refused to cry out lout "I give up". However, I never change. It's cold here, and I know you can't support it. Don't worry, you will get use to it. We always use to anything down here. After all, it's our only way in order to survive : adaptation. »

She often said that type of sentences. I never saw her, when I was in that... Box made in iron.

Then, how I knew it was a girl ? The tone of her voice ? No, it was like the voice of someone who lost all of their hope, dream, wish and yet all of what she was talking about was words fulfill by hate, disgust. Maybe from how those adults name her ? No, we always referred by "it", yes, like a mere thing they used. I knew that she was a girl because her number was odd. Girls were odd numbers, boys even.

She was a tiny hope, or light into this nightmare. It wasn't maybe that particular but there... It was precious. She was the only one I could sometimes murmured, when she was in her own box. They often used her. Sometimes I wished she had to pass in front of my box, as I could put a face on that voice. Nevertheless, they always arrived in the opposite side, brought her away from me.

« If you want to escape, don't try to do it. They will make me found you. And if you try to run away... I will found you. Quickly. Children tried, adults ordered to chase them, I hunted them down. I don't want to have your blood on my hands.»

What she said was cold as this feeling all over my body and the environment. However, I thought that, inside those coldest phrases there was sympathy.

Every time I was awoken, forget sniffing the filth from the others boxes and mine more and more, I wished that, some day my box and hers will be opened.

With this body of mine, I will try to stood up and walked. With her broken soul, my broken face, her broken emotions, my broken feeling of cold...

We will be, even just a little more free than now. And then...