Killing Time

Chapter 1

I squinted my eyes, allowing my dilating pupils to adjust to the blinding pure light that shone upon me. Where was I? There seemed to be no dimensions to the area I found myself in. All I could see was a faintly opaque white color beyond my blurry pupils. The wall surrounding me seemed to stretch on forever. I examined it closely, my eyes tracing it to it's edge. Confusion cluttered my mind as I began to spin in circles. This was not a wall of any sorts. I reached at the white wall to examine it's texture to find that suddenly my entire hand was engulfed by it. I pulled my hand out yet felt nothing at it's touch. The wall had no abstract dimension and neither did I. I was not a physical aspect of life and neither was I human. It was as if I possessed no existence. Somehow I was entrapped by a tunnel of light. I examined my surroundings for any explanations but all I seemed to find was that I was stuck. Suddenly the wall turned into a mirror and all that I could see was a strange girl staring back at me. A rage filled her emerald eyes that I had never seen before. Her wide grin exposed her white teeth and the malice that held contained in her red poisonous lips. I could feel the hairs on my arms rise up with goosebumps as I realized that I feared this girl. And this girl was me. A revelation hit me. I am not human. I have no humanity and neither does anyone else. We were all sneaky beasts hiding behind bodies as we prey on ourselves and the weak.

A searing pain pricked at my head as I opened my eyes. I blinked, to find that a wet tear streamed down my left cheek. Quickly, I wiped it away. I found myself staring across the dinner table at my mother. She looked at me with enamel eyes, her face displaying no emotion. While picking up her plate, she let out a weary sigh. She understood what I was feeling, and I knew that she contemplated of it. I picked at the food on my plate with my fork. Ever since I had been admitted into The Program I'd had little appetite. The injections they provided me with had a strange nauseating effect.

"You must eat Bel, your health shouldn't interfere with your Training." My mother said in a monotone voice.

It was the first time she had spoken to me since last week. She had never been much of a talker. It was my father's role to show sympathy in a close relationship, but my father was gone. After he had died, it took my mother a year to speak a word. She never slept at night. Her bed reeked of the stench of insomnia. My father was a simple, loyal man that worked with the Travelers. After fifteen years of work, he stuck a knife to someone's back. His guilt soon caught up with him, leaving him a psychotic wreck, just like the rest of them. Truthfully, it is loyal men that hide the cruelest secrets.

I picked up my plate and threw the remnants of food in the disposal. On my way to my room, I passed by my mother while she was sitting on the couch. Her body was slumped against the pillows, motionless. I paused behind her, examining her actions. Her eyes fixated on a single image frozen onto the wallscreen. Her body was like a statue. She didn't blink. The room was cacophony of silence; all you could hear was the sound of her breathing. I looked at the words projected onto the wall.

They spelled "DEATH IS NEAR. THE KILLING IS COMING."

I gasped, exasperated. The projection compelled her like a snake. It was a great, scaly snake slithering it's way around her neck. It's teeth glistening with poison, ready to pounce. But she couldn't break free from it's compelling glance. Because she wasn't being forced to see the projection, it's because she wanted to. The wallscreen was displaying the thoughts that she wanted to see.

[sorry this is so short, I've never written a story but I hope you like it! next chapter will hopefully come out soon if I get enough reads!]