Masked

Part 1 chapter 1

There are a great many strange things in the world... But no matter how odd... How incredible something may be... If a person does not see it... does not touch it... or is not involved with it... it is simply something that happened... Simply a matter that will fade with time, just like names, but with the knowledge of someone name one can lay hold of a piece of someone's soul. With the piece of someone's birth date, one can lay hold of plot of life pattern from birth to now and from now onward
-xxxholic

..... Earlier.....  
October 10th
Time:10:03 am
Setting : Inside the facility

The 4 wall cell was my confinement, and one of my beginnings.

Small shivers ran down my spine that bleed from the surface of my skin to my bones causing me to shake involuntarily as my fingers traced circles on the frozen floor.
"1,255" I said.
I would listen and count every breath I took, once I would wake up, my voice would keep me company, always inhaling and exhaling.
"1,256"
Inhaled, one, two, three, exhale.
"1,257"

Staring at pure white, was one of the only colors I ever saw, always so stainless, but not sustainable. All this would make a person go mad, but I wasn't a person anymore, the constant staring at nothingness was bitter, but back then I never knew what that was, what it meant, a life without anything and life with only oneself, but I wasn't alone, never alone.
Sounds of clicking and shuffling were occasionally heard from the locked door that stood at the end of the room, it was also white with shades of grey shadows that were only visible when the source right above me flickered on.

At times someone would come into my room,
I wouldn't even hear the footsteps entering, although once I heard that voice, so silky, smooth it sounded like pure gold, but like everything nothing is ever what it seems, he wasn't as delicate as he sounded, he was one of those, one of those people who craved every scar on my body stitching me like a doll for their entertainment.

As one entered my room, a whole crowd would follow.
Their steps would get closer, whispers louder,
and alI I could do was recede to the farthest corner, but as much as I wanted to move farther, the corners on the back of the room held me there.

The closer they got the better I was able to see their faces, all the same, all masked, although I couldn't see their faces, amongst them always stood one whose face was uncovered, it was him, the one person I ever heard the sound of.
Looking at him I noticed he gestured to one of the masked men to come towards me.
Knowing what's coming I tried to crawl to the edges.
"I refuse!" I thought to myself,  but I knew I couldn't do anything when the men's rough hand grabbed my forearm and dragged me out ,my legs screeching along the ground, as scarlet liquid drained out of my heels.

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"Aghhhhhh!!!!"
Echoed through the grey metal walls, as I laid cold, lifeless on a table.
I never understood what was happening?
It was strange?
I knew it was painful what they were doing to me, but I couldn't feel it, it was like a memory, or a trigger to an action, a weird sensation, but when you wake up with more stitches than you had before, you knew it had to be painful.

,The staggering pain strokes my eyes, as i tried to open them
but I was instantly bombarded with some kind of light, my orbs ached, burned from the inside, so I tried to turn my head around, the uncomfortable position my head laid made a nasty cracking noise, enough for the outlookers to hear, but nonetheless the pain went away as I averted my gaze.

Again I  tried, but cautiously , one eyelid at a time, at first it was foggy, my vision couldn't concentrate, when i finally adjusted , I noticed a man staring right at me at the other end of the metal wall, leaning in a placid stance, I watched as his gaze slowly shifted  to a metal rod, that stood right next to me, he started becoming closer and closer, so close i was  even able to see his facial features, how every breath he took his mouth would slowly shut and open, his eyes, so dark, darker than the nights abyss, although he was deceitful cunning, because  before I could react to anything, he looked at me straight in the eyes, as the corners of his mouth curled, not completely a smile, more of a  smirk, and he pulled that rod, another excruciating sensation ran through me, and I blanked out. The last thing I remembered was the sound of his pleasure, laughing, like I was some amusing creature, which made me instantly discern the person.
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Cold
Cold
Cold, the feeling of unhappiness,loneliness,and unwelcoming emotions.
But so pleasant, safe,so...warm,the absolute feeling of peace.Some may describe my emotions reprehensible,that even pity won't help this way of living, for that you would have to pity empathy.
Although this time it felt wrong, it wasn't cold, not my cold.
I felt paralyzed, unable to move, struck by a power beyond me, I couldn't focus, all I knew was, I was no longer in my cell.

For a second I thought I was drowning as the warmth left my body and was replaced by  emptiness, with no space for air, as it slowly suffocated me. It was different, completely different, I couldn't see it, but I felt it.  It felt like the dark was spinning around like my body was being carried out by an unknown force, where resistance wasn't an option.
'The dark may be dark but it always wants you to get out, always wants you to find a path with an exit.' I thought to myself.

As I reached the end of the path the light guarding the opening was dying out, but as I took in the last glance the light blinded my vision, and all a sudden it was gone, the only thing that was left was to open my eyes.
I was awake, I knew that I  was awake because I could hear, listen, to the faint mumblings from a familiar voice, it was relaxing it almost put me back to sleep, but the fear from before didn't go away as my pulse was still calming,from the paralyzing world of emptiness. The possibility of the void got the best of me, the resistance opened my eyes,and the next thing I felt was so grueling, that a cry left me.
'' AAAHHH!!!!!''  A vial pain struck my torso, only for a moment.
I was scared, I was scared that the mumblers had heard me, but I was relieved when the talk didn't stop. The thought that they haven't heard me was unreal, how have they not, confused me, but not as much as where I was.
raising myself up from the seemingly warm surroundings,  I looked  around and realized that it wasn't my cell, the room lacked hue, no color, no light.

I was frightened beyond belief, I didn't know what to do?
Hyperventilation overtook me, as a voice calmed me down.
'' It's going to be ok, just get up" A voice to familiar to me said,
'It sounded just like my own' I thought
" get up?" I said back
"..."
It didn't answer back, the voice left me confused,although i somehow understood what it meant,' it told me to get up, like use my feet"
Looking down to my feet I still didn't know if I could take the chance, there were visible stitch marks all over my legs, that weren't there before, the experiments.
I needed to take that opportunity. I can't  lay here, I can't do this anymore. I needed this, I wanted this, so I did it.
One leg at a time, I  put my right foot on the floor, a sting of  small shivers ran through me from the contact of my foot with the concrete floor, my other leg soon followed after.
It surprises me, I couldn't believe in myself, I was standing, standing at last.
Being brave I took a step, and another, and another one after that,  I was excited that I could walk, but with the darkness and my ignorance I didn't realize that I knocked something down.
As I went to pick it up, and brought it back to myself, it looked like  a bunch of numbers giving off light.
8:44
but I soon come out of the trance with the numbers lighting up, as the mumbling despaired.

All I heard after that was ''run'', so I ran, and the next thing I knew was that I was no longer in that confining place.