It was me. A three or four years younger version of me, though. The computer in front of me was off but, it showed signs of use a few days or so earlier. There was a heavy pound on the door downstairs and I heard someone's feet scuffling to the door. Voices murmured softly besides a loud gasp. Foot steps proceeded up the stairs and there wasn't only four feet. No, there was sixteen or twenty. My body crashed to the floor when I tried to jump out of my chair. I couldn't move... I just wanted to die there before anyone could reach me.
The door fell to the ground inches from my hand. Several people swarmed my small room. All I dared to look at was their feet as they lifted me off of the ground and clapped silver handcuffs around my wrists. Behind me I could hear someone typing away on my computer. The sound of them shutting down my computer and disabling it, killed me. The people didn't care; they ran me down stairs where I saw an old lady who may have been a relation to me. I can't remember anymore. She shook her head which made the tears in her eyes fall down her cheeks. I can't explain why but, I wanted to hug that woman...
Someone tugged on my arm as a way to get me moving. They steered me in the direction of a police car and shoved me inside. I watched as the old lady stood outside the house and answered these people's questions. She only looked at me once as I was driven away from that place and to a Juvenal Hall for misbehaving kids. It was basically a jail with dozens or hundreds of kids running around on break. I was checked in by a gruff looking young man who, promptly after getting my uniform, shoved me into four walls of concrete or, in other words, my new home.
They fed me regularly with crappy food and for an hour every day, they'd let me go outside and relax. However, the high wall and barbed wire always reminded me that I was not in paradise. Everyday I'd sit beneath a tree... Then, my story changed; the computer began to manipulate it. I never met a girl at the Hall and I never saw more than four inches of anyone's back besides mine or my 'inmates.' As the story changed, I was in my room at the Hall but no one else was there. A girl with wavy brown hair walked to the opposite side of the room. She turned her back to me and pulled her shirt up just below her chest.
A tattoo slowly began to etch itself onto her skin. The black ink came in straight lines but formed like data strings. The data strings began to spread and separate every which way. They crawled over her skin until they buried beneath her skin. The data strings were now the color of blood because her skin was separating on either side of the lines like cuts. Her screams pierced my ears but she did nothing to stop the data from running into her.
The girl suddenly faced me with reddened eyes; she placed my hand on her hip to encourage me to follow the ongoing lines. The line my finger followed crawled over her stomach and back but once the ink ended and the cuts began, I stopped following it. The computer was trying to explain some things in ways that could hurt me. I didn't know who this person was, though, so it couldn't hurt me too much. The computer was showing it growing stronger, expanding, and controlling other people. Also, without meaning to, it showed me the pain everyone would endure...
The pain my friends would endure, if I had any. No, I did have some... I even had someone to love, didn't I? Memories flashed before my vision and they tore at my heart. The same girl with the tattoo had her arms wrapped around my waist as we sped down a freeway on a motorcycle. Another showed a man and a woman telling me to blow out the candles on a birthday cake. A car crash killing those two people during the same week. Screams, a door crashing down, computers, codes, family... Then, a gun and three loud bursts from it's muzzle...
