Angry, red shown beside the skin with a cuff shackling it to the wall. The raw flesh bled if I moved even an inch. The pain was excruciating, but I had to keep quiet. Be quiet.
The room I was shackled to was small. The walls were made of large, white bricks, and the floor was made of white tile. The tile below was covered in water to my knees.
The room was enclosing me, the walls seemed to get closer, the ceiling getting lower. I suppress a whimper, be quiet. You know what happens when you make a sound...
I close my eyes and grind my teeth. When I open them, the walls have stopped, but the ticking starts.
Tick.Tick.Tick.Tick
My mind is groggy. I react the only way my body will let me. I whimper and let out an unauthorized sob.
I have betrayed myself.
At first, the water rises slowly, but then it gets fast. I struggle, and twist, and thrash to no avail. The water rises to my waist in minutes. And it continues until my neck is just above the cold liquid.
My breathing was erratic. I could even hear myself. I started whimpering, and dry sobbing. The tears I had dried up days ago.
The water started up again.
That's when I snapped. They broke me. I can't do this. I can't be quiet.
It happened in a flash, my mouth opened, and released cries of terror.
"Let me out!" I gasped "Please! P-please!"
I had to look up, the water nearly covering me. My red hair encircled me. I gasped for air. Gasped for some hold onto reality. "Let me out!" I tried again.
I deserve this. I shouldn't have stolen the extra bread in the kitchen. Of course they had cameras. Of course they could identify me, the only girl in my age group with blood red hair and startling green eyes.
I let myself be discovered. Did I want this? Did I have it coming to me all along?
The water covered me, cutting off my air supply.
'I'll survive.' I think, not fully believing it myself. They wouldn't get rid of this generation. They said it themselves, our generation was to make the future right.
They won't kill me, especially because of my gender. Women are valuable, we can bear children.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
They won't kill me...
Tick. Tick. Tick.
They won't kill me like the people in the camps...
Tick. Tick. Tick.
They won't kill me like my parents...
Tick. Tick. Tick.
They won't...
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Welcome to New America....
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New America
Adventure(Sneak Peak, going to continue.) It's the future. America is no longer the home of the free. This land is no longer our land. It's President, or rather, King Zander's kingdom. War is a 16 years old. She was raised by her parents until she was 6, th...
