Today

Day 533

BEEP BEEP BEEP! That's what I wake up to. I've woken up to that sound everyday for the past three years. It's not an alarm, it's the sound my door makes whenever anyone comes in.

I'm confined to my one room. My room isn't anything special, it's all gray, there's a toilet and a sink. I also have a bed, a desk, and a chair as usual. There's one window, but it just leads to the hall.

Kathy walks in and puts an envelope on my desk. I'm used to this by now. Kathy brings me an envelope, I open it and read it, I complete my tasks for the day, I come back and repeat. Although I remember every time I've opened an envelope, but I don't remember what's in the envelope or anything after opening it.

I open the envelope and find a letter addressed to a Mr. Samoya. I have no clue who he is, but someone has hired him. I get dressed and prepare for the day ahead. I know I will be going to a place called Vanaeko and I will be staying with a girl named Leah.

Leah is a nineteen year old girl who attends a community college in one of the neighboring towns. She is an only child who's father died when she was young, she lives alone and visits her mother in the nursing home every month. This weekend is her birthday and I am to gain her trust in less than four hours.

And so Day 533 of envelopes from Kathy begins with me in a dark green 2009 Buick Lucerne with blacked out windows. I only know the vehicle model and year because before Day 1 of the envelopes I was a car expert. I don't remember much of my life before the envelopes, but I do remember my job and a few minor details like the color of my house, my childhood pet, Kodah, and the smell of my favorite candle.

As we pull up to an unfamiliar warehouse I see two other vehicles outside, black and white vehicles of the same make and model as the one I am in right now. Beside the white one stands Kathy. Beside the black one stands a man with four women that look to be security detail, all wearing their black suits. 

I get out of the car and Kathy greets me with a smile, she leans in to do what I assume to be a check for weapons, although I don't know where I would have gotten one. As she gets closer to my head, she whispers an apology. I don't understand, she has done nothing wrong.

Before I can ask any questions I am met with blue eyes, not the same blue as Kathy's, but a much brighter blue. I take a step back to take in the person before me. It appears to be the man from before. He is an average looking man up close, brown hair, fair skin, not fat, skinny, or muscly, just average. Although, he does appear to have lots of money based on his security detail, four very professional looking women. He also dresses on the classier side. He introduces himself as he extends his hand, but I don't quite catch his name, so I ask again and introduce myself.

"Hi! I'm 1450078D. I didn't quite catch your name. What was it again?" I say as we shake hands.

"Hello,   1450078D, I'm Mr. Samoya." He says with pride. After a few seconds I put two and two together to figure out that the letter was addressed to him.