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Very unusual for me. VERY. I didn’t even know what to put it under…Angst was the only obvious part. Oi…well, this what was brought out of listening to Evanescence…Eh, donno if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
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A pale form lay on the solid white tile, eyes boring into the air, feeling it constrict around her. The body shuddered and rolled over, a dazed bleak expression swarming through her stare. Where was she? Lost. Lost and broken it seemed. It felt.
Wires fell from the walls of the room keeping her, trapping her. The girl felt images smash through the walls of her mind, fading memories in and out of her skull. A flash of darkness and a flash of light, but what was occurring in both of them, she couldn’t point out. What was it? Something was missing. Something was…lost. Other than her. It was more than that.
Boorish voices echoed along the white walls as she searched them for any trace of color, but still she had hardly moved. Lightweight. She felt like she wasn’t even there. A scene cast and played around her, it was fuzzy at first before it expanded, plastering on the white walls and no longer she could see the wires.
“Mother! Stop! What are you doing to her?!”
“Silence yourself, child!” a voice snapped back and a hand connected with the cheek of a small, young child. The man growled darkly and dragged a limp body away from the child.
“Please, bring her back, father!” the child cried, falling to her knees and shaking with whimpers. Her white dress clung to her, wrinkles and all as it seemed to have not been washed in weeks.
“I told you to stay quiet!” the man yelled again, turning to the girl with a sudden black object in his grasp. The girl immediately froze and nodded hopelessly and the man stalked away with the woman, assumed to be dead, and the girl held back the tears. Lost.
The body curled as the scene flickered away, pale arms embracing her trembling body, dress spread out from her body, torn and ragged. More images. More flashes. More pain. More shuddering. More fear. The woman held back a sob, begging internally with the one strand of emotion that she held onto - just to be free. To be away from the white. All that kept her gray gaze to not be blinded were the locks of black toned hair, falling over her face as she rolled her head back to the side. Another scene.
“It’s all right, my child, I’m still here. I’ll still watch over you….hush now….stop your tears,” a soft voice called from the white aura, a hand pulling from it to caress a cheek of a crying child, older than the one from the previous scene.
The child’s face was stained with tears, but cried no longer. Arms reached up to try and grasp the hand, but her smaller hands slid through the single one and she was lost to shock. A silent sob. The aura was gone. She was left alone….let in her own pool of blood that she had created. The whiteness had been stained. The death wanted to overtake her, but now she was afraid to let it. Now she didn’t want to go….she refused to go…and she didn’t. She held on…she knew she wouldn’t go…
“I - don’t - want - to - go…” the mouth opened and the words slid out, entering the air distantly. “I - will - not - go…” she murmured again, trying to force herself to sit up, but a jolt of pain through her arms told her otherwise. The wires on the walls filled with static and she was afraid again when she lay back to the cold white tile. “Let me go….I don’t want to be here…..let me….go….” came the mantra from her lips, begging and pleading.
She was a captive. And she didn’t belong there. Her mother wouldn’t want it….her mother would want her to be free. But no….no…she was an experiment, she could tell now. Just like her mother had been….just like….
“No…I don’t want to be here….let me go….let me be….free….” the girl felt her hands clench and unclench, going numb as the lack of feeling traveled through her body, chanting for her to sleep and let it all go away. Her lips still moved and she still tried to continue a silent mantra, even with her eyes closing and her heart slowing. “M-Mo…ther…..” came the last word, body stilling as a door opened in the room, blackness drawing into it as dark clothed bodies slowly entered, two of whom lifted her limp body. One smirked. One sighed.
“I had hoped she would have lasted here longer than her mother, hopeless. Living a life in a single room…we’re able to put any memory of a child into here and make it seem like it is real and it is of the person,” another sigh, “but she only lasted five years,” eyes traveled to glance as the body was carried out and the twin orbs glinted.
He strode across the perfectly white tile, stopping in the dark doorway and glancing into the room, a dark smile curling over his lips as he spoke out again in a long, dry tone, “Bring in the next one,” he stepped out, passing by another man as he walked through the sinister hallway.
A child peered her head around, long white dress draping her body, eyes wide with curiosity as she looked up at one of the men standing with her. “What is this place?” she tilted her head with a carefree gesture, black strands of thin hair falling down her back.
“It’s your new home,” the man replied softly, allowing the girl to enter before closing the door. Leaving the room filled with pure whiteness. The wires still hanging down. The girl walked around it a few times before being hit mentally with an unexpected wave, feeling all the memories she ever had known crumpling away. She fell to her knees, reaching out and praying towards the door that she knew was there. It had to be there! Right?
“D-Do….or….” her small voice gasped, her hand falling to the ground besides her. It would open. She knew it would open sometime soon.
Sometime when she died and the next child would be brought in to slowly decay mentally.
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……Ooookkkk, that was definitely….um….*coughs* different. *Sweatdrops* Moving on…eh…
ShadowSpirit ’03
