Authors note: To cut down on confusion i want to add, that the bold italic writing is a vision that the person is getting. Like a movie that plays itself in their head. Do not worry. every thing will be explained as the story progresses. Please just sit back and enjoy the ride
Prologue:
Who I was and where I was at escaped my mind as I stared at the empty street. Dull, continuous, throbs of pain reverberated throughout my entire back as I looked to my left, right and back again. I took a step forward, wincing with pain, but I pushed that from my mind.
The street was eerily quite, the deathly kind of quite that could send shivers up and down your spine. The street itself, was worn down, the concrete a dull creamy gray color, and there was not a single object near it. The left, bare. The right, bare. Just a flat expanse of fields, nice short grass flowing in the wind. In the back of my mind, something screamed at me that I wasn't safe, that I should flee, but my body kept my legs from moving. My body told me to just turn around. And that’s what I did.
Even though the street was bare, what was behind, me was huge. It was a building. No, a series of buildings, connected by walkways and hallways. There were no windows, leaving the walls of these builds flat and undeviating. There were few doors, but the doors that were present, were shiny, and made of steel, with pad locks, and alarm systems beside each handle. The series of buildings ranged in sizes and floors, some looking as small as only one room, while others as large as apartment buildings. The first building, closest to me, was the biggest by far and probably served as the main building. About three stories tall, it cast a creepy shadow on the ground. I took a step now, towards the front door, and into that eerie shadow. One word danced into my mind, like the stepping forward had given me some creepy interference.
“Jocelyn”
My name? I didn‘t know. Something, though, about Jocelyn sounded familiar, sickeningly familiar, like I have heard it over and over throughout my years, but I could not pinpoint why. I pushed it from my mind and walked up to the door. I stood there for a moment, pondering over what I was doing. My mind was still screaming for me to run, still screaming for me to get as far away from this place as possible, but it didn’t budge me resolve. I was going to look inside these buildings, see where I was. Maybe the people were in here. Maybe I would find out who I was since I had no remembrance.
The doors opened, silently swinging inward. I glanced down at my hands; they were still hanging loosely at my side. I glanced inside the building, looking to see who had let me in. It was well lit, showing only white walls, with white cream colored tiles. Everything looked all sanitary, like a hospital. But there was no one. No one to open the door, and definitely no one to come and greet me as I took this first step in.
I closed the door slowly and began to investigate. Like the outside, this building was too quite, way to quite to even hint at the thought of any human activity. I started down the too clean hallway, my foot steps sending hollow echoes dancing around my head. There was a door, coming up on my right, another one of those stainless steal doors with a padlock and an alarm system. I dared not even to try and open it in case the alarms were working, and instead continued on.
Every door that came up, same thing. Same padlock and alarm, and I did the same thing with each, ignored it and continued walking. With every second passing, every footstep pounding its way into my ears, and every pulse of pain tin my back, I got closer to the end of the hallway. I saw a dead end up ahead. I decided to continue on though, until I reached it, just in case I missed something, and I was glad I did. Because when I did reach the end, I saw another door, to the immediate left, this one open, and waiting for me to venture through it.
It was a smaller, darker, unlighted room. A small staircase was the only inhabitant in this enclosure and so I made my way up. Instead of hollow noisy footsteps that had became familiar, I was met with nothing. My footsteps were silenced now, and instead the whole weight of the emptiness pushed down on me. I made my way to the stairs, deciding quickly that I would walk up them. As I reached the landed a scene played itself in my mind.
“Hurry up Jocelyn! You’ll be late for you first day!”
A man voice yelled to me, trying to make my small petite legs move faster. I had just reached the top of the stairs landing and was huffing and puffing like the wolf in that story about the three little pigs. The man, my father, was glancing back at me, his expression hard, telling me that I was going to be in trouble if I didn’t make haste.
Today WAS the big day. I was a special girl, or so my father told me. I was going to be very special and I would be learning how to fly like that angel on top of our Christmas tree. And when I learned how to fly, I could see momma again. Momma had died not to long ago. She had been sick, but now, since I would be able o fly, I would be able to see her whenever I wanted to.
When daddy told me this, I was ecstatic. I had hurriedly dressed in my finest clothing, my favorite Sunday dress, and followed daddy outside into the small car, and drove a long ways from our house. I had fallen asleep in the car but that was ok, or so daddy told me. We had arrived at this building. And boy was it huge. The hallway was a long one, really bright, but I was bouncing in excitement. Daddy told me on the walk down the hallway, that I would meet new people. And while I was learning to fly, I had to stay with these people. He assured me these people would be nice and kind to me and I readily believed him. While we walked down the hallway though, he started getting anxious. I thought we were going to be late and so I tried to hurry on. When we reached the end and walked into the dark room with the stairs, he practically ran up them. My legs weren’t that big, being only six, and so it took me longer to get up them.
But now I ran after daddy, along another hallway, almost to our destination.
Almost to mommy.
I blinked, and blinked, and then blinked again. The scene looked so real, felt so real. I looked up seeing for a moment, this same hallway, through the eyes of that six year old. Jocelyn, her name, and her mind was so carefree, like a six years old should be. But I knew that it would end soon. I just knew that her world, of flying to see her dead mother would crash and she would realize that reality was never that happy. I mean come on, humans cannot fly, and they especially cannot see their dead mothers.
I walked on now, retracing the small steps of the girl, going down this hallway where she had ran, following her daddy. The hallway was shorter, with more doors. These doors, however, didn’t have an alarm system. The padlocks were there, along with a metal plate on the door, like those types you see on classroom doors, or office buildings to tell you what room your standing in front of. I stopped at one, and read the name.
Experiment # 2353
I paled. Experiment? My mind immediately went to the girl. Was she in one of these rooms? Was she being experimented on? Did her dad know this when he lead her here and if he did, why? The stark white hallway and the cleanliness of this building made me realize with horror that this place could very well be a scientific laboratory. Yet why would they need a little girl. Her dad had told her would be able fly if she came here.
I continued on. Door after door I read a number. 5769, 1872, 4702. One after another I continued on. Each door was padlocked and the hallway remained quite. Maybe I was over reacting. Maybe they were just science experiments, like trying to stop a disease, or cure the common cold. But the thought kept entering my mind, why would a little girl be needed here. I stopped at one door. Experiment # 3213. This door was not padlocked. It was set slightly ajar.
To Be Continued...
