The Edge Of Darkness

They were watching me, I could feel it. I could feel all their eyes on me, watching me, writing down any little move I made even the tiniest flicker in my eyelids they would write down as if it was the most important move in the world. In the beginning it annoyed me, to the point I wanted to rip the clipboards from their hands and smash it into their faces so that they actually had something interesting to write down but after centuries of being locked up it didn't bother me anymore. I was used to it by now, ever since they brought me here I've always been watched as If I was some kind Lab rat, an experiment. Now that I think about it, I guess I am, after all I've always been treated like one, they do all kinds of experiments on me no matter if they could kill me; when they first started doing their experiments on me they where as gentle as they could be they didn't want to damage their "goods" after a few years when they saw that my body would heal it self immediately after, it was like a green light for them to do anything no matter how brutal or inhumane. Usually they take me to a bright room every inch of the room is black glass but I know it's one way mirrors even though they think I can't see them from the other side I've never said anything about it tho I can't have them experimenting my eyes more than they've already have. The only thing in the room is a metal table it has some cuffs things attached to it where they secure me so that I don't interfere with their experiments. I call it "The Table" (as lazy as that is), they've used it for many experiments. They restrain me on top of it and fill my body with wires that lead to a small hole at the bottom of the table they lead to a machine at the other side of the glass, depending on the experiment sometimes there would be doctors around me with their instruments. Usually there were more than a dozen people behind the glass, all in their best suits trying to show off as much money as they could, trying to intimidate the others in some rare cases I would find a lady around all of them at first I thought maybe a female would simpitise with me and try to stop this madness but after centuries I've given up the hope of ever finding my savior man or woman they're all the same (hungry for power). they would watch as I contracted in pain over and over again I could scream for hours and hours yet not a single one of them would make a move to help me instead they talk amongst themselves some of them would even let out a chuckle ( assholes), they stop the experiments whenever they feel like it sometimes it last 5 hours sometimes more I usually lose track of time when I'm in there.
I sighed and put down my spoon. It made a clicking sound when it touched the hard metal table some of the soup staining the spot where it rested, I was having dinner after a long day of testing but after remembering "The Table" I had lost my appetite. I was about to get up from my chair to leave when a familiar voice spoke in the speaker above me and told me to sit down and finish my dinner or else I knew what would happen, I sighted once more before finishing my dinner. As much as I wanted to yell at the top of my lungs "Fuck you" I couldn't because I knew what would happen if I disobeyed them. It has happened twice already and let me tell you It's not a walk in the park. They tied me down on a chair and stuck a tube down my throat and fed me. I don't even want to remember the "Punishment" after they were done. Once I was done I got up, the chair making a scraping sound as it slid on the hard metal floor the noise it made sounded louder then it should've been but seeing as how there was only one table and one chair in the room it made sense; this room was almost the same as the room for "the table" only this one would be the dinning room only I use it to when it's time to eat, usually the food is ready on the table by the time I get there,which is a win-win situation I don't have to talk to anyone and they don't lose anymore people. As I reach the door I stop in front of it waiting patiently to get released, after a few minutes I hear it the click sound from the door meaning it unlocked and I can step out now, As I walk through the corridor I look out to my left seeing the colorful leaves of the trees getting ready for winter stoping to look at the colors a bit longer I shiver slightly as my excitement gets the best of me; I love winter it's my favorite season I honestly think I'm the only person in the whole world that loves winter as other people use bundles of clothing to help them warm up I don't I walk barefoot wearing only the scrubs they provide for me trying to feel the cold as much as I can, I still have the 3 jackets they left in my room in case I was cold but after they saw I would never wear them they didn't even bother trying to get me anymore I out grew them so they wouldn't even fit if I tried them on. I wasn't allowed outside they're too afraid of what would happen if I tried to escape so why even give me a chance to try it. As I look at one leaf falling slowly while swaying a bit with the wind towards the leaf covered ground I can't help but hope that one day I can get the chance to rest underneath one of those trees while my back is resting on top of those beautiful colorful leafs and as I look up to sky I get to feel free. But my dream is short lived as I hear the souls of a metal door slamming in the distance I sigh as I remember where I am, I turn toward the direction of my room and start walking once more my barefeet being the only sound in the empty corridor. My room is exactly as you would picture it (empty) like every other room in this building, apart from my bed and the small table next to it with my night lamp there's nothing else in it,
there are two doors on one wall one leads to the bathroom which surprisingly is the only place I get privacy and the other door leads to the hallway, One wall is black glass there's always a person on the other side, they usually watch me to see what i do and of course they write down every little move I make once again. What a boring job, I don't do shit when I'm in my room. Literally the only two things that I do in my room is sleep and read. I don't understand why someone would want to do a job this boring. I roll my eyes and flop down on my bed before I know it I fall asleep.