SCP Short Stories

You Are Safe

(Tried doing something wholesome this time)

It's so loud. I try to cover my ears but I can still hear it. I can still hear it and I hate it! Please. I want this to stop. It's so loud. 

I start to cry. 

I'm so scared. I'm so scared.

Please. "Someone help." I cry harder. "Someone please help! Anyone! Please!" I cry harder. "Please. help me."

Where did everyone go? Why did they leave me here? Why did they leave me here all alone?

I'm scared. I'm lost. I don't know where I am. I want to go back home. I don't like it here. I want to go back.

"SCP-049 has breached containment. I repeat, SCP-049 has breached containment. Evacuate to the safe rooms until further notice." I heard the staticky voice say.

I don't know what they mean. Did something get out? I don't know. I'm more scared. Will it come to get me. Am I going to die? I don't want to die. 

The loud noise was still here and it's starting to hurt.

"Please! Someone help! Please. *sniffle* Please." 

I drop to the floor and curl into a ball. I can't see. I was never able to see. They took me here because I can't see. Because of my eyes.

I don't like it here. I want to go home. I want to go back with the little kids and the nice people.

Please.

Someone help.

I want to go home.

I felt a hand touching me. They came back! They came back to get me!

"Oh, dear. A child. What is such a young, little girl doing in a place like this?"

His voice. It sounds weird. "Please. Help."

The man picks me up and started to hold me. The doctors have never hold be before. They wouldn't even touch me. It didn't matter. He's helping me. I wrap my arms around his neck. I can feel him rubbing circles on my back. And then he starts walking. Where is he taking me? Is he taking me to the safe room the staticky man said?

"Do not worry, young one, you are safe with me." His voice sounds cold but kind at the same time. I hug his neck tighter and sniffled. 

I heard a door open. I think we are going into a room. The man stops and puts me down on something soft and warm. I think I'm on a bed. The door closes and I can't hear the loud noise anymore. 

"Are you alright, child? Do you have any injuries?"

I shake my head no and use my hand to wipe away my tears. But soon I feel something soft on my face; wiping away all the tears. A cloth?

"There you go. No more tears. My, what beautiful eyes you have."

I smiled a little. No one's ever told me that. "Thank you." He is really nice to me. I hope we can spend time together after all this.

"What is your name, young one?"

"My name is Stella. What's yours, Mister?"

I heard him chuckle. "What a lovely name. I, unfortunately, do not have one. It was forgotten long ago. I now go by the number they give me."

What? I'm confused. Doesn't he work here? But, wait, he said a number. Why does he have a number? Is he like me? "Number? Are you not a doctor?" I tilted my head to the side.

He chuckled again. "Oh no, dear. I am a doctor. I just do not work here. At least not anymore. I am no longer allowed to do my experiments in my cell. I have to go out and continue my research on my own. They do not like it but I need to find a way to complete my research in curing the great pestilence."

"Oooohhh. So are you the one who escaped like the staticky man said?"

"Yes, dear. I am SCP-049. You may call me that."

"No." I get mad. "I don't want to call you a number. That's mean."

"It is quite alright, Stella. I do not mind. I no longer have a name, remember."

I puff my cheeks. "Well, I don't want to call you a number. Can I call you something else?" 

It was silent for a little bit but he answered. "Alright. What do you wish to call me?"

"Hm." I thought and thought about what I should call him. And then I thought of a perfect name. "Doc."

"Doc?" 

I nodded. "Yes. Doc. Short for doctor."

He began laughing. "Alright. I think I quite like that name. I thought you would give me a bird-related name considering my appearance."

"Huh?" Oh, right. He doesn't know I can't see. "You look like a bird? I wish I could see that!"

"What? Can you not see?"

I shook my head. "Nope. I was like this since I can remember."

"Ah, I see. You are blind and have been since... possibly birth?" 

"I think so."

"Interesting. Well," I heard him get up and sit next to me. "do you know what I love about people who are blind?"

I smiled. "What?"

He chuckled. "They have the most wildest imaginations. They can create absolutely anything without limitations. They are extraordinary. And do you know what else?"

I smiled wider. He was so nice. No one has ever told me that. "What? What?!"

I felt him grab my chin and face it to my left and then tilted it up. Then the hand left. "It is said that the greatest storytellers are blind. They can create stories that can go beyond any normal person's imagination. They are filled with wonder and amazement."

"Wow." I felt like I wanted to cry. No one has ever made me feel special before. "No one's ever told me that before."

"That is because they feel pity for you. They think that just because you are blind, you are not capable of doing anything. They prefer to stay quiet instead of telling you just how amazing you are."

I started crying again. As best I could, I hugged him. I tried wrapping my tiny arms around him and cried on his clothes. He didn't hug me just yet. He waited and then slowly picked me up and put me on his lap and hug me. 

"Thank you."

He didn't say anything. He just hugged me tighter. 

There was then a loud noise from the other side of the door. It was screaming. Someone was screaming. I yelped. 

"Shh. It is alright. Do not be afraid. You are safe. I will protect you. I always will."

Merry Christmas! Happy Honnukka! Feliz Navidad! Or what ever you guys celebrate! And have a nice day to the people who don't celebrate Christmas or any holiday today! You too, Atheist who don't celebrate the holidays!

It's cold as Hell here in Mexico but I updated just for you all!

Feliz Navid para todos en México, también! Que tienes un buen día con familia! También si 'stan solos este Navidad!