Outbreak

It's cold. It's been cold for as long as I can remember.

And I can't remember much.

To be quite honest, everything before my sentence was a blur.

My life seemed to start the moment the gavel struck down my fleeting hopes. There would be no peaceful resolution. I was to be confined, alone. My penitence would consist of abject nothingness. No lights, no voices, no space. Just myself in the dark.

At least the darkness was easy on the eyes. That's what I told myself. If my surroundings were bright at all times, I might have lost it in less than a week. I've been here for... I don't know how long. I don't know. But the darkness lets me pretend I'm in a very spacious room.

I'm not.

What did I even do? A crime? A killing? I can't even begin to understand. I'm just a cog in a machine. I'm at my desk, pressing buttons, turning data into spreadsheets as I've been instructed to. I guess I made a mistake? So it's my fault?

I guess I really am the fall girl. Blame it on me. Did the company even pay a fee?

Time is a blur. I'm a blur. I can't see my hands, I can't see myself. I don't remember how I look.

I hope I'm pretty.

... what? Why does it even matter?

Maybe that why I'm here. Because I'm vain.

There's nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing to do.

I don't think I've ever been happy.

Not that it matters anymore.

Woooooooow, so deep. That's incredible. What's this bullshit? Let me out. LET ME OUT.

This has to be a mistake. This has always been a mistake.

Me being born was a mistake. Everything is a mistake.

... there's a small hole in the wall. How did I miss it before? It's at floor level. Are there mice here? Can I be their friend?

I shouldn't, but I start feeling the inside of the hole with my fingers...

...

...

... it can't be possible. This can't be possible. This can't be possible. this can't be possible. I refuse to believe that it's possible.

I refuse. I refuse. I refuse.

... I'm out. I'm OUT!

I ran like a motherfucker too. I pulled some sort of lever inside the hole, and a small part of the wall caved in. It wasn't any wall either... it was an external wall. I... could feel wind. I started moving through the opening.

Air moving around me, I felt like my lungs where just starting to breath again. Like they were totally paralyzed before.

Light. Soft light. Then, brighter. Brighter.

After a few minutes, I pushed through a bunch of ruble and found myself outside my prison. There was a field. There was a forest. I could see the lights of a city. I could see... the stars. Bright stars.

I cried, but I didn't stop. I ran for my life.

I ran with every single fiber of my being.

I ran so much, so quickly, that I couldn't even process what was happening.

I was afraid someone was about to push me to the ground, bring me back inside. Someone surely was coming to put an end to my fleeting freedom.

Nobody did.

I've been running through the forest for a few hours now.

I don't know where I am, I think they transferred me from another state.

I guess I'll check out the city?

To be continued.