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The human
experiment
The door closes. I can hear them slowly walk away.
Tears running down my face. My wrists hurt. I wonder when the tears and the
pain is going to end. Don´t want to fall asleep but don´t want to be awake
either. Hell is everywhere I am, I can´t escape, nobody in this factory can. At
least not without taking a huge risk. It could be the difference between life
and death. But come to think of it, this life here is no life any human would
want to live; it´s a nightmare. A bad dream you never seem to wake up from.
I can here sobbing coming from upstairs. I know that
in a few minutes the sobbing is going to change in to screaming. Someone's life
is going to be forever changed tonight. If they are not successful tonight
there is just going to be another night of torture. They will never give up,
that’s for sure. And I also know that in two years time I am the one who´s
going to walk up those stairs.
I grab my flashlight that is hidden under my bed. When
I turn it on, I can see an empty bed in the corner of the room. That bed should
have been filled with love, instead upstairs is filled with hate. I´m holding
on tight to my flashlight, don´t want the darkness to come again. All the other
senses are reinforced when one of them shuts down. And right now, that is the
last thing I want. If I could choose tonight, I would like my hearing to go
away.
Everybody seems to be asleep but me. Some of us might
even don´t wake up at all tomorrow. Then suddenly I hear something drip. When I
glow with my flashlight, I can see that James, my little brother, is awake.
He´s standing beside his bed all wet. He´s shaking. He has peed in his bed
again. He does that almost every night, but still I´ll never get used to see
him like this.
With a soft voice I tell him to come over to my bed. I
hug him and sing a little song that our mum used to sing for us. Meanwhile I
pull my fingers through his dark dirty hair, try to do everything to
distract him from what´s going on upstairs.
“I miss mum”, James says. It feels like my heart just
been ripped out, someone jumped on it and put it back again. I wanted him to
feel safe but instead I reminded him of the wonderful life we once lived. I
look into James big brown eyes and I tell him that he´s going to see mum soon.
In my head I know that it´s a big chance I just lied to him. But it´s worth it
to me.
James doesn´t have any other clothes to put on. He´s
had the same trousers for a week now and now it´s all wet. I need to find a
place to hang them up to dry but there is not much furniture in this room, the
floors are dusty and filled with sand coming from outside. The only thing
that´s alive in here are the rats running around. They are one of us. Nevertheless, he manages to fall asleep
anyway. And eventually so do I.
A dystopian
fiction made by Johanna Andersson
