Five's Fate

Forces

I don't see anyone again until late. After they left I cried. I didn't want to but I did and I didn't care if they knew. But John came in later and gave me a plate with a hamburger and fries and water. He didn't say anything. I squeaked out "Thanks" as he went through the door.

I sat and ate the food. I went to the washroom and lid down on the bed before the lights even went off. My bed is just a wooden box frame. There are two drawers on the side but nothing in them. The mattress is just a large piece of foam. So it's comfortable, it has little support but I'm okay. The quilts are thin but the clothes John gave me yesterday keep me warm enough.

All and all I'm okay. Okay to just stay here in my little room where my lights dictate when I'm up or asleep. Really I hate where I am but I also don't mind. I know if I try anything or piss John or anyone off they can, and will just chain me up again and I'd prefer to avoid that so I'll do what they say. But I feel rotten being locked behind a door I can't see. I'm trapped and we all know it. My lights turn off.

Day three. God this time thing is painful. I think about asking for a book or something but stray away from it. Instead, I just take turns counting to 500 while staring at each wall. This morning Sam brought me cereal with milk and I enjoyed it to the most of my ability. I think I'm catching on to how the schedule is going to work. Lights out at ten, lights on at eight, breakfast, several blank hours and then supper late.

It is an understatement to say I feel like a prisoner. I am a prisoner and that's been made perfectly clear. If I mess up or step over a boundary I'm sure there will be consequences and I don't want to know what. So I stay quiet. I say thank you when they bring me food and nothing else unless they ask.

Day four. Day four without seeing daylight, washing my hands or brushing my teeth. Nevermind showering. I haven't seen Marina in the past two days. I guess she doesn't want to see me. John or Sam bring me meals. The food isn't too bad. I'm pretty sure it's what's left after they finish eating but that's fine. It means the food is good.

Today Nine brought me lunch. Two different things at once. They haven't given me lunch before and I didn't know Nine was here. Instead of just dropping the food and leaving he starts talking like a typical nine.

"Shoot your face is messed up!" I notice he has one arm.

I look again him strangely and ask daringly, "Your arm turn invisible?"

He smirks and said "Shut up jackass. Lost this to Setrakus Ra. Pretty much bite it right off." He grins and laughs and I can't help but feel like I should beat the hell out of him. "So this is your cell, more like a room if you ask me." He says aloud, I answer honestly.

"I don't know. I'm not really told anything." "Ah ya, Duhh... you're a freaking prisoner dude! You don't get to know shit." I look at him rudely.

"Ya, I know. Whatever." Nine laughs again. "It's just funny cause when I was a prisoner with the mogs I was in a rotten cage and had water tossed on me once a day," I smirk too. "What now you don't talk?" He asks.

"You didn't either with the mogs." I say maybe a little too smugly.

"Ah ya but they didn't want to talk to me and when they did the wanted to know stuff I didn't know anyway."

"Fair enough," I say honestly agreeing.

I look away and stare at the wall in front of the bed. I'm waiting for Nine to leave, I wonder if he knows that I am not supposed to get lunch.

Nine continues though. "You want the freaking food or what?"

"What?" I reply.

"Plate with editable items on it idiot" He states plainly.

"I don't think I am supposed to get lunch," I say with a smile.

"Well, it's here and I don't care." He places it down.

"Thanks," I say. He stares at me. "What?" I question.

"I know your freaking starving!" He tells and nearly makes me jump.

"Of course I'm hungry. I get too little plates of food a day." I lie down on my back. I'm tired. Here I'm always tired. No sunlight and stuff make you sore. Nine leaves quietly and leaves the plate.

Once the door locks shut and I know I'm locked in isolation again I actually cry. I'm just crying because they might lock me up like this for the rest of my life. Because I'm hungry and sweating and haven't cleaned myself properly and I might not be allowed to again. I just lie down on my bed in my small room and cry because I hate being here like this and I know I deserve it and that it's not going to change.

Hours go by and I do nothing. That night John brings me supper and I'm sitting on the bed. "Thanks," I say as he hands it to me and I expect him to turn around and leave. Instead, he asks "How are you?" So casually I think he's joking.

"What?" I say clearly confused.

"You heard me."

"How am I doing? Fine I guess. I'm in a freaking locked room!" I look at him like he is crazy.

"That's what I mean Five!" "John your confusing me. What do you want to know?"

"How do you feel?"

"About what? This?

"Yes"

"Crappy John. Crappy. But I'm not exactly able to do anything about it am I?"

"No." He answers. And he leaves