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Rated: 13+ · Fiction · Dark · #1965324
Nate's memory is muddied but he's determined to break free.
“It's OK Nate, no one here wants to hurt you, we just want to make sure you get better,”
         They're liars. Each and every one of them lie. The faces change but the statement remains the same. I don't know how long I've been here. Struggling to remember how it happened. They kidnapped me, they must have. I wouldn't come to this dank dungeon of my own accord.
         I've been trying to figure out what they want with me. I'm kept in a cruelly small cell with signs of mould encroaching from the window. Do you they intend to see if someone dies solely from that? What monsters these people are. The window is a torturous temptress, singing the siren song of freedom only to break my hopes upon the ground at the slightest provocation. All I want to do is see the sky, but through it there is nothing but a brick wall thrusting high above, leaving my cell, my dungeon, in eternal twilight. This is why I know they lie. How can I get better as long as I can't see the light?
         I'm trying, I really am. I'm trying to get through this. Escape options are limited and it's seeming ever more likely that the only route out is via force. But I'm not a violent person. I'm not sure I could do what needs to be done, but staying here will kill me. First my soul, then my mind. I see it all unravelling before me. They will make me one of them, a monster for the ages.
         Shit, what if they want to me to try and escape...could that be the final stage of their making me “better”?
         This is all so confusing. If I could remember how this happened I know I'd have the answers. Why can't I remember? Why can't I remember? Why can't I remember?
         Have I always been here? Is that possible? Was I born and raised in the near dark? That could explain the pallor of my skin. Then what of the sky? I know it, I love it, I yearn to see it again. Yes, that's it. I know of the sky, I remember it in some far off cloud of memory. I have not always been here, yes that's for sure now. So why have they trapped me and why can't I remember?
         No, time to change tack. Right now why isn't important. How is the crucial word. How am I going to reunite myself with the sky. Yes that's it, I don't care if they want me to try and escape, to play their game. I'll beat them at it. They'll watch me on their monitors as I tear through their own people. They will smile at each other as I play into their hands and become the monster they want to be. But I wont stop, I wont. I'll get outside, flee into the wilds of this world and never been seen again. Yes, that's it. That's exactly what I'll do.
         Time to plan. Must wait for the most opportune moment to strike. I can hear voices outside the door.
         “He's getting worse John, I'm not sure he can be saved,”
         “Give it time, he may surprise us all,”
         That's right John, I'm going to give you the biggest surprise of your miserable life. When all is said and done you will lament your treatment of me.
         I need a weapon, I need something to defend myself. They're clever, very cunning. There's nothing here but a steel bed frame, mattress, pillow, sink and toilet. Definitely an attempt at restricting my options to see what I will do within those limitations. Let's see now, what could be useful. The pillow is a no go. Sure I could use it suffocate someone but what then? Sink, toilet, mattress, all have possibilities but nothing good for a break out. This steel frame though, now that's interesting. There's something there, I know there is. Gotta think clearly but I can already hear the all too familiar heavy footsteps of the burly men in polyester who hold me down while they administer my “medicine” as they so perversely like to refer to it. I've got to make some headway now before they muddy my mind with poison and I forget all that I've come to understand.
         Pulling frantically on a narrow rectangle of metal from the frame that looks like it could be freed I manage to snap it off as I hear wailing from the room next to me. Shit, they're more like me. Or is it another sadistic ploy by these abominations? Doesn't matter, this is not the time to think about others. I'm in this on my own.
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