The Twin's Downfall | COMPLETED

Day 47

I had not slept in darkness for days. The goddamn guards had kept the lights on for their amusement and I was close to murdering someone.

Sleeping with the lights on messes with your brain, fooling with your senses and making your body think that it's not resting.

I slammed my fist against the glass wall – hearing the glass vibrating against my strength. I was furious and I wanted the lights to be off.

"Off the damn lights, you damn retards!" I yelled and slapped the glass. "Are you listening to me?!"

Obviously, my requests were met with deaf ears and I continued to holler abuse at whoever was listening because I could not take another night in brightness.

After a few hours of nothingness, I resorted to crawling underneath my bed and covering the sides with the blanket just so I could have a sense of darkness to sleep in.

The space beneath the bed was cramped and dusty but I had no choice – I could not sleep if the lights were still switched on.

After days of brightness, I had turned muggy and disoriented – furious even and it was one Wednesday morning that turned out to be a psychiatric check up.

The doors hissed open and a group of armed guards entered the place – demanding for me to vacate the bed and to head to the glass wall. I needed the order grudgingly – muttering death under my breath as I shackles my wrists together.

Once they were secured, the group entered the cell via the side door.

I eyed them closely – seeing them enter the cell and come to me so that they can unlock the cuffs to bring me out. They have to unlock and lock it back to a pair of chain links they had with them. There was three seconds of freedom and I took it.

Hissing, I lashed out to the first guard by kicking at his prizes and threw myself over to the second one – biting his neck as hard as my teeth would allow.

Screams and shouts were heard around me, I focused on unleashing the wrath I had in me and broke every bone in his body – as blood flowed out from the massive bite on his jugular.

With the guard incapacitated, I turned to the other one who was stupid enough to stay in the cell.

"Stop!" he yelled and took out a taser.

That did not deter me from moving to him – muttering death under my breath as I launched myself at the other human. He let out a scream of fear before unleashing 50,000 volts all over my body. I fell to the ground convulsing, unable to control my body as my muscles contorted painfully. The guard got up and spat at me before knocking me out cold.

A few hours later, I woke up in a pool of my own blood and shackled to the floor. Grunting and struggling with the restraints, I looked around and noticed that I was out of my cell, in a different cell.

"Stop struggling you'd only make it worse."

Turning around at the male voice, I saw a man dressed in a suit and staring down at me with a stoic expression on his face. I tried shifting around to make myself comfortable because craning my neck up to look at him hurts my back too.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Well, you don't need to know who I am," he said and smiled. "But I am here to figure out your mind."

I laughed till my stomach hurt. "Why would you want to do that?" I asked.

"You're still capable of speech," he said, as he inspected his manicured nails. "How many days has it been since your solitary confinement? I heard you willingly went there."

"47 days."

"I see you've been keeping count," he noted with a tone of surprise. "Impressive."

I stayed quiet and rested my head on the floor as it took most of my energy keeping my head up to look at him. The shackles had pinned my arms to my back and my legs were cuffed to the floor. I could barely move – there was no slack in the chains and it will take most of my strength to move to a comfortable position.

"Other than a bout of hallucination, your mind is incredibly flaccid," he continued. "I wonder how long you'd last."

"As long as it requires."

"Why is that?"

I stayed silent. They're trying to break you psychologically. You have to suppress all your emotions.

"I will save them."

The man in the suit let out a sound of disinterest and took a chair from the darkness to sit, probably resting his weary legs. I stared across the floor – my cheek against my own blood – and I wondered if I could suck them in, I was starting to get a little tired after losing blood. I wanted to sleep already, the darkness is lulling me to sleep.

"I need you to stay awake," he said almost gently. "What is your name?"

"I don't have one," I mumbled.

I was so drowsy, I want to sleep.

"You can't not have a name," he pointed out. "That's just absurd. You have a life before you come here, don't you? I wonder why it's all blank."

"I told you, I don't have any."

"Hmm, did you suffer from amnesia?" he asked.

I didn't answer, as I finally succumbed to the darkness.
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