|
|
|
A slice of light breaks through the solitude of one bliss filled, ignorant, black room. An everlasting smile creeping up, higher and higher. Wider and eyes became squinted as the days went by in flashes of nothing, for these people, in this city, in this world.
Dribbling nonsense gushed fluently through the pale lips on the blank face of one woman, age thirty-seven. Wrinkles caressed into the depths of her skin. She looked as though she was around the age of sixty-three.
Fluorescent lights flash on. She looks to the lone face, hanging on the wall, to see something that made her cringe harshly.
Her raspy, cracked voice started to utter sharp words to the lonesome hanging. “No. Leave me be. Leave at once!” She spit through her yellow, marred teeth in harsh words, shattering the rapture of safety and peace.
She hurled her arms at her desk, her fingers grasped clumsily for one of the florescent orange prescription bottles. She caught hold of the thick base and clasped the lid, turned it in an almost savage manner.
Hyper ventilation. She stood immediately in an inverted mood from her almost unreal absolute. Her untainted wonderland. She had woken up.
From one bottle to the next, she was searching for one of the Perfection Pills that were left. Nothing… Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing!
Her over grown nails hasten to her temples. She would love if she could fasten her eyes shut, from this monstrosity of a room. Is this The World?
“No!!”
She descended to her knees, head still in her gripped hands. She started to shake, uncontrollably. She had felt nothing like this pain before. Nothing so inconsiderate, so brutal.
“I can’t. I can’t think such inhuman thoughts. Such things… this can’t possibly be true.” She continued to claw through the piles of empty bottles. Labels of ‘Exinity’ flying by.
“Unbearable…this agony…”
The prodigious piercing sensation. She had to make it leave. She fled her safe haven stable as a baby deer. She wavered and fell to solidified torment. She still shook from the shock.
Nothing.
She made it to the street. She was the single blemish that stained the seclusion of nightfall. The word Rescue soon faded into view. Her pained face flashed happiness as she fell into the raw, unfriendly concrete.
She started to crawl the rest of the way.
"Almost...." he dashed the rest of the way, on her scraped and battered knee caps. She hit a sharp rock and let out a shrill scream.
After what seemed like years upon decades and the sands of time passing her by, she reached the automatic doors opened as she finally stood to her bare feet."I need more! Please!!" Her unrestrained brutality could be heard from howl. She slammed her hands down, onto the white desk, on the white carpet surrounded by white walls, and on top of that, a white ceiling.
The single person looked at her with a billing senseless stare. Simple, soft words came from this women's white lips. "Name please."
The crazed woman though hysterically for the answer. No one had asked such a useless question in so long. "My..." She paused.
"I don't know..." Her frame twitched. She shriveled into a ball and started to bawl, as though she was only 3 or so.
“It’s alright. That’s why we have made the identification transition system.”
The woman in the white room, with the white lips and matching skin, brought over a gray scanner with an almost burning red light over to the vile beast’s left hand. She scanned a bar code.
“37-F1…” She gazed at the screen with the same emotionlessness stare and took in the information. “Here is your final dose.” She gave her a single pill.
The savage woman took it greedily and quickly engulfed it, expecting her serene world, her reality.
The white woman, in the white room looked down at the now still body. “What it would be like to know such beauty and wonder. Is it better just not to experience such a joy if it is limited or to stay as such and not know what they know as ‘levity’?”
She didn’t think past the statement and walked back to her white desk in her white room and pushed a red button. “Nothing but their mannequins….”
With a simple button, the lifeless figure was disposed of through a trap door of somber shadows.
Now we wait for the next one.
 Missy Mango pop · Mon Jun 21, 2010 @ 06:51am · 0 Comments |
|
|
|
|
|
