Who are you?

I have forgotten

Why?

I..dont know...

I know though.

What?

I know...everything about you.

Like?

Nobody loves you in your eyes

Yes... but i've only just started feeling like this.. how do you know?

Thats why you have abandoned all your other feelings.

I only trust whats real.

But you, are you real?

yes, i am real.

No.

what?

You are not real. You are an artifical human being.

Don't speak such horrid things. I am real. I know. I can tell.

Can you really?

Yes.. I believe that you can.

I see.. sometimes.. what people believe, can hold a great power..

How great?

Too great to imagine. Sometimes terrifying. You and many others shall see..Just as i had.

When?

wait. your time will come.

When?? And when it does..How do i know? How do i know that it is real?

Choose.

The bare chamber was frozen. The darkness awoke, and it felt as if it were shaking Alyssa. Lying aimlessly on the ground,

curled up, one hand clutching the hard dirt floor. She flinched, and turned over as she opened her bright red eyes.

"..."

No words had come out. She opened her mouth to speak, but again; nothing had happened. Frowning, Alyssa scratched the back

of her head; a dreadful pain arose from it as if she had hit it on the cold barren floor. Indeed she had. She nodded;

agreeing to her mind. A wise mind she had yet there was still much to learn. She sighed as a puff of breath fled from her

mouth. Her throat had felt sore, as she started to wonder again what had happened to her that had brought her here. She began

to wonder about her younger brother, Kenny, which she had trouble remembering. She couldn't even picture his face in her mind.

She just, knew somehow that he was there. She struggled to talk, opening her mouth, and nervously trying to yell for help.

With her best efforts, only a tiny yelp and come out; that of a newborn puppy's. There was an old metal frame of what looked

like to be a bed, though the springs were sticking out, as well as nails in a few places. Saying that, of course there were

no fancy bed sheets or linen, not even any pillows. Ignoring it, she backed into it and sat down, directly next to a nail.

She put her hands on her head, and pushed it downwards. She began to think.

"What if nobody comes?"

She glanced to her right, in the middle of the wall was a window. The glass was shattered, and there were black thick bars

covering it. It reminded her like a prison.

Then came the loud piercing sound of a gun being fired. Alissa dropped to the ground. Clutching her head, she panicked and

clammered back up to look out of the window Everything was calm. She noticed a wooden door with a little peek hole. Alissa

digged through her pockets for a pocket knife she always carried. Luckily it was there. She scraped and scraped at the door

trying nervously to get out. Just before she scraped an inch through she heard footsteps. She continued scraping but this

time faster. Faster. If she was going to get out, it had to be now; no later. If she waited to long, who knows. They might

come for her. The question was though, who would come? Would a dozen of police officers, coated in blue, trance onward,

their keys dangling on the side of their pocket? Perhaps she really was in a prison. What had she done? There was no time to

be thinking about that. Faster. Faster. Over and over again her mind repeated those thoughts. Finally, she realized she

obviously wouldn't make it in time, since the tall men dressed in uniforms were already at the door, searching their keys

for the one to fit the hole. "Dammit! Can't you go any faster?!" She heard one of them say, maybe there only was one of them..

Maybe she wasn't even in a prison. Possibly, someone had kidnapped her, but no, to her that wasn't possible. She didn't

believe in that. She heard some mumbling, and some groaning, then convinced herself there were many of them outside of that

door. Panicking, she stood facing the door, waiting for them to break open the door with their powerfull weapons any second,

if the key was not to be found. The knife slipped through her clammy hands, as she let it go, she jumped to the window and

tried to pry it open uneasily with her weak, trembling hands. It was no use. Any minute they would come for her.. Any minute.

She staggered to the ground and ducked, trying to creep under the bed just as the door had flung open.