My breath caught in a heavy pant as I looked to my left and right. The tunnel I had brought myself into was dark and isolated. As if it was made for this night.
Everything suddenly felt cold in mid autumn. I shivered and started to cry as silently as I could manage. Breaking my own limits. Lungs not working like they're supposed to.
The events happened in just a flash. And all started with a lie that caught me trapped on the spot.
I can't let my weakness take the best of me.
That way I would look weak and vulnerable. That way it would be safe for me to say that I don't want to be strong and tough.
I wanted to cry. But I hold them back. I wanted to run. But there's a promise that I should keep.
My mind was torn in a way that my heart does not matter anymore. It hurts badly but I couldn't afford to show myself bending over one knee.
Everything made sense in a way...
Before anything could have resulted from my own actions, I need to think smart.
And that time to think smart is now. No matter how long I am going to take myself to calm down...I need to think.
Before I could think I should be able to be to breathe.
...
The silence of the room took the best of my fear. As I tap another spot to look for an umatched tile or a small opening. It had became my own daily activity to kill my boredom.
The room was round and white by the way. Light shone for twenty four seven in this room. They confused me with the variations of day and night seeming that there isn't even a window for me to check. At least some kind of cracks that can help me to decide when I should sleep.
So far I had counted three days since I woke up in this room. Knowing two essential things that I was at least glad to do know.
My name is Bream . . . and I hate peanut butter.
They shook the opening and quickly snatch me from the room. You see I wasn't at all smart at remembering and I know the consequence of trying to run.
So I refrain and shut my mouth. I followed two men - armed with a heavy weapons and a full armed suit with a peculiar tinted mask. They looked sophisticated and very . . . metallic.
Another pair of similarly armed men accompany me towards the opening and strictly circle me with synced steps. Those two stop abruptly in front of my door when it was fully closed. A mask was put on me - they're different from the ones those men's (or women). I am pretty sure the mask they were wearing had some sort of telecommunication installed. Compared to mine, I deemed it was more high tech than the sight restraining, heavy, spongy on the inside and warm helmet.
...
There goes the dreaded sight. Ever since day one this white room had never changed.
I sat on the leather chair that reminds me of the one's in a dental clinic. As if they were going to take a tooth out of my mouth and me gargle some flouride.
Who could have guessed this would my nightmare instead? I mean I do hate going to the dentist and all. But in conterary, this is worse.
They took the mask away from my sight and I've got used to the cold air tickling my nostrils. I closed my eyes tight as a heavy metal was placed on top of my head.
And images started to play yet once more.
