Pure

If you’ve ever been alone for six years, nine months, four weeks, two days, and twenty-three hours you’d think—a lot. I was two years of age when I was tossed in this cell of the damned. Isolation does have the affects on a person. The walls would grow to learn to talk, the floors would whisper you secrets of the night, and roaches would look at you cross eyed. The room was made out of spongy material that was turning an off brown. A bed lay in the far right corner. It was hard and flat. The pillow was as if a thin layer of cotton stuffed in a itchy cloth. When I was seven, twenty years ago, they rewarded me a tennis ball for good behavior.
Sitting against the bed, talking to George and Jane, they were my best friends. They were in my head. It was lovely having built in friends like that. Out of the lot of them, they were the nicest. Cosmo, a bitter old man, was the worst. He would criticize me in the way I bounced the ball against the wall. Such as, you’re off count! Or you are bouncing it too high and loud, you’ll wake Jessica! He was rude and mean. “Emma you look sad, what’s wrong?” Jane asked.
“The doctor said I have to go outside today. He said I’m cured. What will I do out in the real world?”
“I have an idea.” Cosmo hissed in the back of my head. This puzzled me; I thought he wasn’t talking to me anymore.
“What’s that?”
“I must inform you of something tragic in the real world. You have brown eyes. People with brown eyes aren’t pure. They are evil, black blood runs through their veins. But—those with blue eyes are pure. You want to be pure, don’t you?”
“Well, yes…”
“Well then, you must get the bluest eyes you’ll see when you go out.”
“How?”
“From a passing by person.”
“I think I want to hear what Jane and George have to say about this plan, Cosmo.”
“I’m sorry, Lily but they are asleep. Now here comes the doctor. You must stop talking, or they will keep you here.”
I nodded and started bouncing the tennis wall against the wall again, in silence. Dr. Chung came in the room, with a clip board. “Hello Lillian, please follow me to an exam room.”
“Okay Mr. Chung.” I stood. Walking past him, I paid careful attention to his eyes. They were green. He sat me in a room, a room that was gray and cold. The damp air was nearly sizzling between eyes, in anticipation.