A Far Cry from Normal

7: Gone

Another week. Another day. Another hour. It all goes by in the slowest way possible. I barely even dream anymore. When I was younger, and still had a life to live for, I used to dream about the outside world. I used to dream of what could have gone different during my day or just a make believe world I would make up in my head. I used to dream of what I wanted or where I wanted to go, I used to dream. Now, the only thing I dream about is the medal walls that surround me. I dream about how I could have gotten out, or nothing at all. Just darkness and no light at the end of the tunnel.

If I didn't have an urge growing each day to have these people killed, I would have given up. Given up on fighting, given up on hope, and given up on life. One of the worst things about moving here is not knowing why I ended up here and knowing who I really am.

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I wake up and pull my stray hairs out of my face. They didn't give me any hair ties when I first got here, so I would cut up the shirts they give me when I first got here to use as hair bands. Every time they did that I would get shocked. Just like a dog. As you'd expect, I still did it.

Another thing about not livening in the outside world, is that you don't get access to things normal people have. For example, a hair salon, clothing store, real food, or even human contact. When I was younger I didn't like hugging or any of that stuff, but now being here, isolated from anyone and everyone, I would kill to actually have a real conversation with someone.

I push my long Carmel brown hair into a messy bun and sit it on the top of my head. I take one last deep breath before getting out of bed and lying down on the cold metal floor. I tuck my feet under the bed and start my morning stretches. Sit-ups, push ups, normal straddle reaches, and downward dog. Just the usual ways of thinking I'm sane.

"33. 34. 35..." I breath in and out till I get to forty and flip over and start my push ups.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5-" before I can move into six, the small metal hatch opens revealing Martha's blocked out, tinted face.

I quickly pop up and walk over. "Hey Marth. So how's watching my door going. Great right. I knew it. So be prepared nothings going to change." I say in a cheerful yet sarcastic tone.

Martha is the guard that always watches my door. Almost every morning she opens the hatch and says the date, the time, when my food will come, and just the general schedule for that day. She sometimes says weird witty comments to me but it doesn't phase me. From what I can see, she always has her hair in a tight bun, and always where's a mask that hides most of her face. It basically looks like a big sunglass lens's.

"Working out, again." She says.

"Yeah. Got it get stronger so I can beat their asses when I leave." I say leaning on the door.

"Sweetness, that only happens in Your dreams. Anyways, you know the schedule. It's July 19 2078, 06:00 am, food comes in an hour." She waits for me to nod and closed it again.

"Ok. Just waiting for you to get me out, tell me what day that will be." I yell.

I crouch back onto the floor and continue my push ups tirelessly.

After finishing all my usual stretches and workouts, I get up and catch my breath while I walk over to the wall with my table. I pick up the small piece of medal I broke off of it the first day I got here and start carving in another slash.

"2851." I quietly say to myself.  I can physically feel my anger boiling inside me, swirling inside my veins. You'd think I would have gotten over the fact that I've been kept from the real world, but no. They took my life away from me and raped me of my rights.

I scream and bang my fist against the wall. I do it again. And again. An again. Nothing. Honestly, I'm surprised I still have a voice. Screaming every single day till my throat is raw I'd think would at least damage my voice.

I stop and freeze.

Footsteps?

I look out the window and its not even in view. I furrow my brows and push my ear up against the door.

I hear two voices. One female and one male. Despite my efforts to hear, its muffled. I bang on the door lean up against it.

"Let me out!" I scream whilst banging my fists and kicking the door in agony.

"Lock...p946...progress...risk...forward." Is all I can hear. The first words I've herd that aren't Martha's. Other than those few fragments, nothing.

"Ahhhh! I'll kill you! Get me out of here! Ahhhhh!!" I scream at the door. After the first day, the bolted everything to the floor so theirs not much I can use to hit the door with so I've just always used my body parts.

I scream and Lund in the door. I kick. I knee. I even bang my head.

Nothing. The weird thing is that I don't cause a disruption because I think they'll let me out, but rather to get their attention. It's stupid though and it'll never work. I know they notice me, but they don't do anything about it. Obviously. If they cared about me they wouldn't keep me locked up.

Before I can hit the door again, it swings open hitting me straight in the head. I stumble back in dizzyness and watch a s four men in black suits armed with picanas rush in. I notice as the last hold ropes and the first had a gun.

Their gonna tie me to the wall again.

I shake my head and throw a punch at the second person and he tases  me with the weapon in my side pushing me down.

I get up and They do it again in my stomach and I fall. This time I can't get up. One person grabs my wrists and ties them to the wall. After that the do me feet and leave. You know, the usual.

I guess sometimes when I scream or bang on the door too much, the tie me up. That's what I've noticed at least.

My breath quickens and my vision begins to blur. The room spins and I start to get nauseous. After that, black. Nothing but black.

Sorry. I didn't edit this and I was having some trouble righting it. I dint know if it is bad but hopefully it isn't. Either way, my B