White. White. White. White. White. White. Everywhere I look there it is another white wall. Trapped in a perfect square. Twenty feet high, twenty feet wide, and twenty feet long. Still no way out no windows, no lights to break, and a ventilation shafts in the middle of the ceiling. The walls glowing radiating light in a taunting way.
'You'll never get out. You know your stuck here forever.' The walls practically scream that to me in a maddening voice. Everyday, three times a day, a one foot by one foot hole opens up and gives me food and water. Twice a day I'm lead down a hall by the same man in the same suit to use the washroom but, never shower.
I haven't showered in over a year. At least I think it's been a year it's hard, to remember the date while being trapped here. The white hospital clothes I wear are all grimy with sweat. It's hard to stand wearing them, but I do out of modesty who knows if they have a camera in here or not. I've taken up the habit of biting my nails to keep them short, I arrange the clippings in little piles and each morning they're gone. My hair is an absolute rats nest no comb on the planet could go through. Each night I cry myself asleep to the hope that maybe tomorrow I'll be free. Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up in my bed and this will have been a dream. Each time I wake up I'm wrong.
I'm trying my best to not go mad. There is one way I found that works, if a squint just right at the wall to the food hole's left I can just make out some words. The words are like a riddle to me I repeat over and over.
"Don't eat the cake. Stay in line. And above all don't trust Sa-"
The last part has always bothered me, who was I not supposed to trust!
Today I decided to focus on the one thing that mattered the most my name. I just couldn't remember what it was
I'm not Ashley, not Broklyn, not Clarissa, not Diana, not Evelyn, not Franny, not Guinevere, not Heather, not Isabella, not Jacky, not Kaitlyn, not Lizzy, not Melinda, not Naomi, not Octavia, not Penny, not Quine, not Rebeca, not Skylar, not Theresa, not Vivianne, not Willow, and not Zanya.
What is my name? Do I even have one?
