The Dying Generation

Chapter Seven

Boredom.. Endless, boredom.. The new struggle was to find a way to distract myself so I didn't lose my sanity. The little amount of days that had passed felt like years. I still wasn't able to stand on my ankle, if I even dared to try, a shocking pain would zap up from the joint that connected my foot to my leg.

So most of my time, I spent laying down or sitting in the corner of my prison. No events would really take place, maybe except for Alton walking by to get to his room or Cedric checking up on me. Testing how far the healing process has gotten. I have been trapped in this glass box for about three days. I felt like banging my head against the wall at this point, I wanted nothing more than to get out.

Is this really all my life is going to be from now on? Watching my life pass by being trapped, studied? Only seen as a thing? Not a person?
I held my head resting on the blanket, the only thing I was given for any sort of comfort. I slowly lifted my hand to the wall, weakly holding out my index finger to the glass.
I started tracing shapes on the wall, of course not able to see them with my eyes, but I could with my mind. Hearing a door slam made me jump, yanking my hand back from the wall. I looked to where I had heard the motion, seeing Alton marching down the stairs, I could feel the tremors in the ground even from the distance I was at.

From his sudden entrance and all the motion made me push myself up into a sitting position.
He almost completely walked past me towards his bedroom, until he came to a halt. His eyes rested upon me, his mind at work, thinking.  His arms rested at his sides, he took a few steps up to my prison. He had my full attention and concern at this moment, mostly because I had no idea what he was doing, what he was thinking, and he wasn't even saying anything but his attention was on me.

His movements had a bit of uncertainty and a little bit of a pause like he was debating everything he was doing. His fingers went to the top of the box and fumbled around with the lock. I felt my breathing pick up, it felt like I could barely breathe. The click of the lock rung in my ears, watching him pull the lock off of the door and set it to the side. The wall fell down, I stared at the wall that laid horizontally over the edge of the table then turned my eyes back onto him, waiting for him to make a move first.

"Care to come out?" His voice rumbled plainly in his chest. His eyes bore down onto me, waiting for me to give him some form of an answer.

I couldn't help but feel the discomfort at the situation but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to finally get out of this area. I nodded a little too desperately, getting onto my hands, about to make an attempt to stand. Trying for a little independence.

I felt something poke me into the chest, forcing me back onto my butt. Alton had used his finger to push into my chest to prevent me from moving anymore.
"Don't stand." He blankly told me, taking his finger away but only for his hand to wrap around my frame. I held my arms up, avoiding coming into contact with his hand. His fingers curled around me, strangely this time it was... slightly more gentle. I was lifted straight up, being very mindful of my foot.
I was pulled out of my little cell, feeling almost like I had passed through a force field that was keeping me trapped, now feeling relief. 
Alton turned his back to my area and headed for the room on the opposite side of the room, the way he held me in a fist was loose, I was shoulders deep with my arms resting on top of his hand. His pinky finger rested under my bad foot, propping it up a little. I could hear him turning the knob on his door and a strong smell of cologne hit me.

Wasn't like it was bad or anything, it actually smelled pretty good. The door shut behind me which I didn't even bother to look back since I already knew what it was. Alton plopped down onto his bed, a little roughly setting me down in front of him. He grabbed a remote on a table next to him, scanning over it very quickly, he clicked a button, having the already dark room light up suddenly. Quickly turning  my attention behind me and away from Alton, a TV turned on that I didn't even know was there.