The Dying Generation

Chapter Three

I sat in the corner of the glass box, bundled up in the rough, dark blankets. Alton had the box placed in his lap right in front of the AC vent, blowing cold air into the glass prison.

I gripped tighter onto the blankets, wearing it almost like a cloak. I shivered at the cold air.
I didn't like being here. It was scary, and a little painful.

I wanted to go home... but what was home..?
I felt worry, why couldn't I think of how'd I end up here? Why couldn't I think about my past life?
Was I always in this giant world or was I brought here?
This whole time I was here, or at least as far back as my memory can go, I don't recall ever seeing anyone like me.
Am I the only one? I was curious.
Is that why they have me?
Cause I could be the only human..?
But why would they want to do all of this on me? To a child!

I flinched back when there was loud tapping on the glass wall.
Glancing in the direction of the noise was Alton's finger.
I crained my head all the way back to look up to the giant teenager behind me that held my prison.

With his eyes he pointed to Cedric, I quickly moved my gaze onto Cedric. He kept his eyes mostly on the road but glanced at me a few times.

"So dear, I know we haven't gotten much time to really talk or anything lately. You know me, might as well introduce this pain in the neck." He patted Alton on the shoulder, causing Alton to roll his eyes and look out the window.
"This is my son Alton." He introduced.
"Wanna try for that name of yours again?" He glanced at me.

I wanted to speak, I wanted to fill their ears with my questions and would hopefully get answers. But I felt pressured, shy.
I wouldn't be able to say much anyways. Even if I did manage a word or two, my voice would be far too low and quite for them to even hear me I'm sure.

I just adjusted the blankets, pulling them more to my face. Signaling them that I preferred not to speak yet.

There was a small pause, I could barely see Alton having an expression of annoyance while he just turned his attention back out the window.
Cedric nodded.
"Alright, I get it. Not yet." He turned the steering wheel to make the vehicle go left.

I had to put my right hand down to steady myself to keep me from falling over from the turn of the car.

Then he finally came to a stop.

The doors unlocked and Cedric jumped out.
Alton pulled the door handle and sliding out of the vehicle as well with my box in his arms.
He seemed a little careless with the box which made me be jumbled around a lot.

"Alright, alright." Cedric rushed up to us, taking the box that contained me away from Alton.
"You're being a little too rough with her, I got her."
He turned his back to his son, heading into a big house.

I looked up at the huge building in front of me, two story house, and a dark reddish color tint.
Cedric marched up the stairs, pulling out his keys to unlock the door. I watched him put the key into the lock and twist it, hearing the click to signal it was unlocked. He pushed the door open, walking into the house with Alton following.

He looked around the room, like he was thinking about something. Then he rushed to a door that led downstairs. I would call it like a basement but it didn't look like the typical basement. It was well taken care of, like the rest of the house, not a storage room.

He walked over to a little table in the corner of the room and set my box down onto it.
"Alright, that should do for now." He set his hands on his hips.
"Now is there anything I can get for you? Food? Water?"

I gripped the blankets tighter, shaking my head no.
I was actually hungry but it's never smart to take food or anything from a stranger. At least I didn't feel comfortable with asking for it or even eating.

Cedric crouched down.
"Are you sure? You haven't eaten anything for a while." He quizzed. "We don't need you getting sick too."

I kept my knees up to my chest and leaned my head onto the wall, using my silence to answer him. 

He sighed, then leaned closer. 
"You don't have to be scared of me, my job is to keep you alive and healthy. I just want a little more communication than this, it would make my job a lot more easier. I will give you your alone time to become adjusted, but please don't do something that risky like you did last night. That could have ended much worse." Cedric stood. 
"Is that understood?" 

I gave a slow nod. 
He turned and left out of the room with his son following, Alton stared at me for second then shut the door at the top of the stairs behind him. 
Am I really going to be spending the rest of my life in this box? What is going to happen to me here? I don't like being here, I don't like being in this glass box. It's a prison to me, I'm trapped. 
I set my hand on the glass wall, even if I was let out, I wouldn't feel safe being around these giants. 

They don't have to do much that would take my life. I don't think I trust Alton very much since he's kinda rough and doesn't seem to care much about my well being and Cedric... I don't know what to think about him. He seems like he cares, but that may just be because it's his job. He said it, it's his job to keep me alive. 

I woke up with a scar and I am pretty sure I didn't have that before even though I cannot remember so much of before. I'm sure they did this to me. He may have to keep me alive but there are other means that they could do to me that wouldn't kill me. They can still hurt me.. 

I wonder if they know what happened to me, where I had came from. I need to be strong in order to get what I want to know.