Zona, a new technogocial medical company, arises in society. The power in its hands changes the world forever making citizens into their very old brainwashed soldiers. No one would even think to rebel against the big guy until two teenagers decide i...
"again," the voice rings in my ears. the bright light bulbs in the ceiling matches the pain going through my body.
the sounds of radioactivity soar from the metal box as the nurse turns the nob where the numbers increase. i think about nine stickers are attached to my body connecting with red and blue wires. each time the numbers increased the harder the shock my body would take.
through the mix of moans and grunts with the electrical buzzing i'm not sure which was which anymore. the limbs fall numb after the thirty seconds are gone, thirty seconds of the 10 watt shock, my body has finally given up.
honestly if you really ask me i don't think me speaking lightly of zona was really that rebellious. i simply answered an english prompt and know i'm getting tortured until i can finally normalize it.
i'm a woman of little to no words, i barely speak i've always been the quiet kid in the class. the only times you'll hear me speak here is at the support group but even then it's just 'i'm fine' or 'doing good'. head shakes and nods are my primary response if i feel like i've out used those i just shrug or let my facial expressions translate for me.
i'm surprised i was able to speak when ms. stevens asked me to answer the question. aside from the anxiety that it gave me i still did it and luck was on my side because as soon as i was done the bell rang. if anything i expected her to be surprised that i spoke but i didn't expect her to say i was a threat to society besides what could i even do? kill her? nonsense.
today's persecution of electrical shock resulted of me not speaking, the one worded responses ticked off today's nurse named hilda i believe. her dark locks were kept back into a low ponytail followed by her olive skin and dark eyes. if you looked deep enough they looked almost black as if all of the life in her was stripped away leaving just the empty body behind.
i am not so far behind her.
"you're done for today, go down the hall into your room." her stern voice spoke into the silence of the white boarded room, "no funny business. remember we see all."
she untightned the restraints on my body, the red marks turned to blue and purple and now even cut deeply into my skin. lines of red bleed onto the leather cuffs forever marking my presence.
after getting up to leave i rub softy against the opened skin on my wrist and ankles. my body struggles to walk into the dimly lit hallway. the lights flickering bounce off the metal walls giving the longing illusion that it's never ending.
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from the doors you can hear the screams of others, some are more muffled than others. but one door in particular struck out to me in particular. there was no screaming behind the door. it was a complete silence compared the circus of everything else.
out of instinct i inch forward towards the door just close enough where i can put my ear against it trying to hear anything.
"blu.." a voice echos in the hallway, i frantically turn my head over trying to see if any nurses or doctors were coming my way but nothing was there. "blu..." it yells again but this time it sounds muffled and out of reach.
i go towards the door again this time placing my ear against the cold door.
"the test is simple," the voice speaks. it speaks in a proper manner as if it was well trained and older "remove your hand from the box and you die."
"what's in the box?"a younger manlier voice responds. i've heard that voice before, the deep ness and nonchalant tone is familiar to me. i just can't put my finger on who it is.
"pain." the older voice says subtly. the room falls silent again, but a buzz slowly increases it's volume in the midst of silence.
as it buzzes louder and louder a breath quickens, the rough inhales of panic takes over. soon enough a scream. a scream so piercing it only haunts me what's behind those doors.
suddenly my thinking gets clouded. all of my rationality and common sense goes out of the window. i pull open the door standing in front of the curly headed boy. an older women covered in black and black lace draping over her face.
the curly headed boy face contorts as pain enters his blood stream. his scream echos in the small room making the room hot as the air evaporates. my vision brings to get hazy as my lungs try to breathe in anything that can inflate them at this point. my knees become jello with my body slowly letting me down till i can finally touch the cold cement floor.
my eyes lazily capture a picture of the boys face before it shuts off completely. the needle barely puncturing his neck while his hand is stuck in some black small box. the way he stands with integrity but also fighting off a monster i have no experience with yet.
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not very satisfied with this i'll probably go back and change it later lmao but here ya go :).
