The Past Isn't Our Future

Kali wakes to a warmth growing on her cheek. Cracking one eye half open she sees the sun shining down on her face. Hoping to close her eyes and go back to sleep for a few more minutes, just as she gets to sleep the bell rings out creating a horrid buzzing sound. She sits up with a glare stuck on her face, getting up moving her hair behind her ear. She kneels by her bed pulling the blanket back into place. Moving over to the door she waits for the ringing to stop. Once it does the latch clicks, a small door opens big enough for a food tray to slide in. A tray slides in a bowl of mush an orange and an over toasted piece of bread. Taking the tray the door quickly closes.
"No water?" she shouts hoping they forgot to give it to her. Watching the door waiting for it to open again. All she gets is a bang on the door. Throwing her head back in frustration she turns setting the tray next to the bed. Pushing the mush around with her spoon trying to convince herself it might taste better than it looks, taking a spoon full holding it in front of her face. She takes a deep breath closing her eyes she shoves the spoon in her mouth. The moment it touched her tongue. She could feel all the water disappear drying it out worse than a dessert.she wanted to spit it out, swallowing as fast as she could. She shakes her body from how salty the mush was.
Moving on the toast, she chews it happily one crunch at a time. Saving the orange for last, out of experience from dying of thirst.
The hour's pass, mark on the floor help her keep track from the moment the sun comes through the window to the time it leaves. Only giving her about 6 hours in the day.
Lunch usually comes around the 4th mark. With one slice of bread and a piece of mystery meat.Kali doesn't really have any choice but to eat it or she gets light headed and becomes groggy.
Kali doesn't remember when she came to this place she has no memory of being anywhere else. She knows what trees look like what fresh rain smells like but has never seen either of them. Kali has lived inside these four walls all her life never seeing anything. Kali loves the stars she knows all the constellations at night she'll look outside the windows and sees them. The windows are far too high for her to look down and see the world. So she looks at the sky gazing at what life could be like. Laying in bed the smell of vanilla fills the room Kali's eyes get heavy within seconds she's asleep.

Scratching sounds wake Kali up. She doesn't dare open her eyes the sound of movement in front of her gets closer and farther away. 

"Don't. Move." kali's face stiffens as the deep voice continues "I'm almost done." the sound of pencils crossing over paper continues. 

"There," he sets the pencil down holding the paper in the light. Kali opens her eyes. She's drawn to the man with black curly hair. His eyes staring at a paper in his hands looking back from her to the paper like he's comparing her to something. His green eyes focused and stern. 

Kali's eyes finally break away from the man looking at the background, it's totally different the walls are a white instead of gray. Become completely confused she jumps up looking around. The windows are gone. Her heart breaks at the thought of never looking at the stairs again. She turns around over and over she's never been out of that room. She's never seen another person. The walls are covered in drawings each different entirely. Kali stops in front of one, she looks at it feeling the emotions from the drawing soak into her skin. 

"You can feel it can't you?" the man steps next to her not looking at her directly, both looking at the picture. He runs his fingers through his hair.

"Took me months to get it to speak to you" he continues

"It's so sad, I don't even know what it is. There are no words for what I'm looking at." Kali turns away looking at the pile of pictures on the floor. On top there's a girl with long hair, a small nose, she looks happy. The thought where she is resurfes 

"Where am I?!" she says looking at him trying not to look in his eyes. "How did I get here?" she looks around the room, noticing two bed on opposite sides. 

"I don't know" he walks back to the pile of papers 

"What do you mean?" she walks over to him to trying to get a more specific answer.

"I mean I don't know. You were here when I woke up." he looks up at her not liking the idea he's being considered a liar. "Last thing I remember was last night. my room smelt like vanilla I fell asleep and when I woke up you were here."

Kali looks around the room the sudden size feels smaller. the walls are becoming closer together, the oxygen in the room becomes almost empty. Her chest tightening with every breath becoming faster and faster.

The guy notices her uneasiness. Standing up grabbing her hands. "Hey. hey, its ok. Just breath." he looks at her face for the first time since she woke up. Seeing that she's different, not wanting to freak her out more. He tries to stay calm for her sake. 

"Breath" he looks at her repeating until her breaths become steady.
She looks at him, his eyes looking into hers the green color is deep and pure she begins to feel safe like she isn't alone anymore.

Kali sits down trying to think. What did I do? I never made trouble, her selfI was fine alone. Why would they move me to another room with a person? Kali's mind races with thoughts.

"What's your name?" he asks sitting by his stacks of drawings. Glancing up at her.

She looks at him on a bed "kali, yours" she watches him as his hand crosses over the paper going in odd directions.

His hand stopped, you can tell he's thinking "that's not important" his hand continues.

"I told you mine," she leans against the wall "its only fair" her voice becomes persitont. A sudden thought races through her mind. What if he's one of them? What if he's here to spy on me, to get me to trust him? But why I don't know anything. I've never talked to anyone.

"I can't remember" his voice almost sounded ashamed, "I hardly remember anything about me personally"

"What do you mean?" her voice sounds surprised but she's still thinking he might be here to get information.

"I can tell you the greatest artist of all time." he stands pacing as if he's thought about this before. "But I can't tell you my age, or who my parents are."  he turns looks at kali, "what about you? What do you remember?"