Cold



May 7, 2012

I woke with a start as the barred door slammed shut against the cold metal frame. The clear-cut sound reverberated against the hard cement walls making a ringing throughout the cell. An oddly warm hand was placed on my face by who knows. All I know is that is the last thing I remember until I fall into blackness once again. I awake again to the same hard sound and fall once again due to the touch of something so warm. This pattern is repeated. And repeated. And repeated. And repeated. And you get the picture. Time is no longer a sense to me. Time means nothing, as I cannot seem to keep track of it. One day I seem to wake as a result of my own accord. There was no loud banging noise or hustle of feet. I simply woke.

I slowly sat up to realize my body is aching all over. I look down and see bruises covering my semi bare façade. Blue and black and green and purple; they vary in size and cover every inch of my seen body.

“Wonder where you got those, huh?” a voice suddenly came through the dark. I didn’t answer. I didn’t recognize the voice. “That’s what happens when you argue.” The voice spoke again.

“What do you mean?” I asked it. Afraid of what the response may be.

“When you struggle or when you argue they hit you,” the voice said as it glided out of the darkness. “You must be a very defiant one then.” He said with a half smile on his face. I could now make out his features. Slightly tall, I would say around 5’ 11” with a definite jaw line. He had greasy straggly hair that was fairly long. He had broad shoulders and strong arms and legs and hallowed out cheeks; he had obviously been starved for a while.

“I guess I am.” I replied cautiously. Something about him caught me off guard. I don’t know what, but something. “So where am I?” I asked.

“What does it look like smarty pants? A party?” I was slightly taken aback by his sudden sarcasm. “You are in prison, sweetheart. Obviously”

“Why am I in prison?”

“You obviously did something that ended you up here. Do you not remember how you got here?” He asked.

“Umm…No, I don’t think so. I don’t remember anything actually. Just waking up here a few times but falling back to sleep I guess.”

“What’s the last thing you remember before waking up here?” He demanded.

“Umm. I- I don’t know.” I thought as I processed those words. “I honestly don’t know.”

“I can’t believe they are doing this. I can’t believe they have come this far. To do this to a kid.”

“Hey, I’m not a kid okay. I’m… I don’t even know how old I am.”

“Okay,” he said. “Let’s start with the basics, you are in here because you did something wrong. Right?”

“Umm I guess so I don’t remember what I did though remember? How come I don’t know any of this?”

“Brainwashing. They do it all the time to people who know too much or whom they think will cause problems. You were obviously problematic to their plan.” He said with complete ease.

Two things came to my mind. One, what was their plan? And two, why was I problematic to it? But I didn’t have time to ask as I heard footsteps coming our way and I automatically shut up.

“Close your eyes,” The boy said to me with great haste. “Lay down and act like your still passed out.”

I did so without a second thought. A cliché large man threw open the metal door and thumped inside then stopped only feet away from where my head laid. “You kid,” the big voice boomed. I hoped he wasn’t referring to me, obviously not when Mr. Emo pants stepped forward. “What?” he said slyly.

“Come with me.” There was a slight hesitation in the boy’s first step but quickly he followed the large man out of the cell. The door slammed shut with that cold reverberation. Quickly their footsteps faded away and there was silence. Complete and total silence. But this time I was alone; no looming boy there keeping an eye. I was too terrified to move so I just laid there on the concrete. Curled up in a ball. And eventually my fatigue took over and I slipped into blackness again, but this time on my own accord.

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