Waiting and Knowing
Hello there!~ It's nice to meet you reader. To what do I owe you on your first experience of this story? Well, to tell you the truth, this is a brand new story that I've created while reading. I got the inspiration from FrostPhantomNeko's story Danny the creepypasta. You can find it on her profile on Wattpad. It would be a one-shot, but I have no knowledge as to how long this one would be, however, if anyone would prefer this being longer, be my guest and send some ideas. I'll credit you for the idea. Have a fun time reading!~
Dark… Could he not see the light anymore? Was he blind? No, he would have known that he went blind by now, but he couldn't tell. Could he be blinded by the last experiment that was seized on him unexpectedly by them? It could have, however, he wasn't too sure. He may need to ask them when they come back from whatever they were doing now. Maybe his eyes were closed? Maybe they are now, although he couldn't feel them. He can't move them either.
All he wants to know right now is to see light. He just wants the light to appear, even if it comes directly at his sight and blinds him for a few seconds. He had not seen light in such a long time, and maybe he's starting to forget what it looks like. Why couldn't he see it? Why couldn't he feel its warmth? He wants to know so badly. Those questions still bother him, but not much as earlier. What happened to the light? He may never know until he finds it once again, touch it with his own hands, and feel its warmth over himself like it did before.
A sign... He needs a sign so that he knows what was there, what was near him, what he knew that never moved its place from its origin within his residence. Since he couldn't see, he has to feel around. He found something small, square shaped; hard with little softness, a thin, but somewhat wide, object on top of it, and five, flat surfaces all around him. The surfaces were hard, kind of rough to the tough against his hands. He didn't mind if they were like that. He was used to the roughness of things that have been inflicted on him. That is all he knew of as of now.
He felt his hands, which were feeling like the rough walls around him, and the patches of scabs from where he used to claw what he possibly knew the back wall. Or was it the wall to his right? He shook his head, growling quietly to rework his memory. He scratched the back wall the last time he checked. Okay, he remembers that, so next was the right wall's turn. He might as well do that while he's bored out of his mind. Just sitting in a corner and blankly staring into darkness wasn't doing him any good exercise. Besides, he needs to move around so that his limbs won't be sore when he uses them. With that in mind, he crawled on his hands and knees and moved slowly towards the middle of the right wall.
When he reached the middle, he checked to see if it wasn't the back wall with the multitude of scratches on its surface. So far, he feels the wall having much less scratches on it than the back wall. Satisfied, he raked his hands like a puppy would do when it wanted back inside of its home. The sound of metal scraping was what he liked to hear. Other than his small breathing, and the usual calling of when they come to get him to do his usual schedule, scratching the metal walls were kind of soothing to him, taking some heavy emotions away with each graze after he was done doing whatever they wanted him to do.
Though, even if he likes to scratch the walls one by one, after doing that, what would he do next? It wasn't like he had other surfaces to scrape his fingers on, and he wouldn't want to scrape the two objects he earned from one of them. Unless... His eyes widen and he stops grazing the wall. That's it! That's what he forgot! He'll do that once he's done covering every wall with marks. A small smile formed on his face when the idea popped in.
A soft knock bounced off the glowing, green metal door and he turned his head towards it. Who was it? Was it one of those rough handling men again? That couldn't be right. They were done with him an hour ago, unless one of the people on his schedule forgot to do something to him. Or... It could be that nice lady at the door that sometimes visits him during her breaks. The resident smiled. He will have to check the door just in case.
If the woman is here right now, this would be a good time to start to get to know her more instead of addressing her as 'Pretty Lady.' If not and the person behind the door was one of the men, or someone he doesn't distinguish apart from the others, then the chance of getting to know the pretty lady wouldn't happen today. Hopefully the figure will be the woman.
He stood up slowly off the floor, his thin legs wobbling as he stumbled towards the metal door. Another soft knock came, and he was sure that it was the nice lady. She would make those soft knocks, not like the others that visit him to do his daily schedule. The rough man that comes to his residence had a hard rapping sound, and the other man that does his experiments makes quick, tapping knocks. How could he almost forget what kind of knocks each person made?
The resident came up to the door, but wasn't happy that he kept the nice lady waiting for him. Damn the slowness in his legs. He knocked at the same pace as she did, signaling her that she can come in. He moved himself a bit away from the metal door and watched as the nice lady came in, a warm smile drawn on her pretty, apricot face.
She had on a green sweater and a forest green skirt that reached her knees caps, along with a pair of black high heels. Covering over the sweater was her white lab coat that looks similar to the rest of the other people she works with, with an addition of her name tag poking out of the pocket attached on her coat. Her auburn hair was down this time, not like in its usual ponytail customization, and it waved down her back and shoulders like a waterfall.
'Honestly, she looks better with her hair down instead of being tied back.' He thought as she closed the door and turned around to face him. She had a clipboard in her left hand, he noticed with curiosity. Was she doing something with the clipboard during her visit? He'll find out somewhat.
"Hi, Subject DP-15!" She greeted him sweetly like a mother would to her child, her crystal, hazel eyes gazing into dull, cloudy blue ones. "How are you doing today?"
He gave her a thumb up and a small, weak grin, indicating he was having a good day so far. His voice wasn't doing well since earlier when he was with the man that was doing the experiments giving him a few patch-ups on the outside. He can try speaking right now, though it could sound differently to the both of them.
"That's good. Feeling well right now?" She asked as she got out her clipboard and wrote on it with a pen that was attached by a chain.
He nodded a yes.
She hummed approvingly and scribbled on the clipboard. "Any problems from earlier? Like pain, weakness in movements, dizziness, those sort of effects?"
He nodded a no, then slowly moved his right arm, the action making it shudder, and he dropped it by his side ungracefully. The resident then slid his finger across his throat, an indication that his voice wasn't working properly at the moment. Other than that, he shrugged.
She shook her head in understanding and scribbled more. "So weakness in movements and no voice is notable, yet there's no pain and dizziness. Any other side effects that you've noticed recently?"
He pointed to his eyes, which were drooping halfway.
The pretty lady smiled gently and chuckled. "Tiredness; I know the feeling, especially when taking medication that has that effect and puts you out in a snap." She makes a snap with her thumb and middle finger.
The other chuckled also, but it came out as a croaky sound and he fitfully coughed into his hand next, hunching forward a bit due to the strain in his chest. When he pulled it away, his hand was covered in specks of red, some dripping off onto the floor, and he noticed his throat was starting to burn irritably. That can't be a good sign. He frowned worriedly and looked at the pretty lady, who had her hazel eyes widen in alarm by the sight of the red specks. Her smile was also gone, replaced with a similar frown.
"Oh no." She said in a concerning tone, "Don't fret; I'll come back and sneak some cough drops, herbal tea, and a book from my office."
As she was about to go to the metal door, footsteps could be heard. She stopped suddenly at the clapping sounds and froze in place, making sure her breathing wasn't loud enough to be heard. The footsteps came louder and after a few seconds, they passed by it. They grew quieter and quieter until it sounds like it took a turn and became no more. Now silence permeated the room and the hallway outside, letting the pretty woman to let out a breath she held back.
She sighed in relief and looked at the subject behind her, smiling happily. "That was kind of a close call. I wasn't expecting someone to come by the hallway at this hour. They usually don't until a certain amount of hours in the day come and go." The woman turned and grabbed the handle, opening it half way before switching her view to the subject once more. "Anyway, I'll get the stuff and come back as quickly as possible. See you in a few, quick minutes."
He watches her as the pretty woman began to walk out of the residence. Now would be the right time to know her name before it's too late. He was very sure he trusts her completely now, if not slightly doubting himself to trust anyone in this place, but the closest being that was sweet enough to not do anything bad to him was the pretty lady. She never did any harm, and he was grateful about that. At least there was one person who is nice. He doesn't trust the rest of the building, not one bit.
The resident sighed silently. Here goes nothing. With his head bowed, his ruffed up, black hair hiding his face, he shoots himself forward. He snatches the sleeve of her lab coat, tugging it a bit.
"Please w-wait." He croaked out quietly and cringed a little at the sound of his voice not being used in a long time. It sounded sort of hollow with a croak at the beginning.
The woman was caught by surprise from both of the sudden motion and him speaking out for the first time in months. It wasn't to be expected. She looked at him questioningly. "Is there something wrong, Subject DP-15? Are you starting to feel pain?"
His eyes widened. "N-N-No! I w-want t-to ask y-you something…"
"And I got your answer. Ask away."
"C-Could you t-tell me your n-name please b-before you l-leave?" He cocked his head, the expression given off from him being curiosity.
The pretty lady nodded her head. "If we are introducing ourselves now, I would like to know your name as well, if you may?"
Subject DP-15 shook his head, accepting the deal without hesitation. Finally, the chance he was waiting for.
"My name is April. It's a pleasure to meet you." She introduced herself as her hand came forward.
He smiled fondly, a perfect name for such a pretty lady. It fits her nicely. Subject DP-15 took her hand and shook it firmly.
"M-Mine's..." He trails off, the sudden realization hitting him.
What… What was his name? Did he even have a name in the first place other than Subject DP-15 like what they call him now? He could have at one point in his life, but why can't he remember it now? It felt weird having no name for starters, a regular one that wasn't an experimental one.
He searches through his memories, some of them flashing of his previous years, and others drawing a blank the further he went forward. He felt awfully confused once the memories stop at three, unknown figures, a black background over his head, and something bright and white flashing around all of them before turning to black. Yet, there was a hint of sorrow and fear laced around the confusion. Why were those there? He would need to find out sometime other than now.
"I… I-I d-don't know w-what my n-name is." He looked down, finding the floor interesting.
April looked saddened at the fact he didn't know his name. She puts a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It's fine if you don't remember your name." The woman smiled, "We can find it together one of these days by researching."
He made a small smile. That made him perk up some, but he still felt dismayed.
She puts her hands on her hips, a smirk made on her lips, "Well, I gotta get going if we're going to take care of that sore throat of yours. I'll also grab some disinfecting wipes on my way out to let you get rid of the blood off your hands."
He shakes his head as thanks, his throat still burning from the amount of talking he went through in their conversation. It feels like a few pieces of red hots candy wrapped in sandpaper have been shoved inside his throat now, the sensation of both heat and roughness starting to annoy him. Subject DP-15 wasn't sure if he should inform her before she leaves, to tell her that his throat was burning worse and she should get a bottle of ice water to make it stop.
However, as soon as Danny opens his mouth to ask, April was quickly getting out of the room. The door closes without a slam behind her, leaving the subject standing there with his mouth gaping open like an idiot. No sound wormed its way in or out, just silence crawling in as he stood still.
'Okay, that could've gone better...' He thought as he sighed and slumps his shoulders in defeat. Too late to ask her that now; when April gets back with the required items, he will ask her.
Another cough erupted in his throat, expelling the silence for a moment. Danny covered his mouth swiftly; he feels the harsh pounding in his chest and something, whether or not the substance coming through his throat was saliva, blood, or another slimy liquid, was coming through his esophagus. In his weakened state, his mind went fuzzy and his legs gave out. He hits the floor hard, letting out a short gasp and a groan from the impact. His fitful coughing didn't seem to stop and when that liquid came up, it wasn't a pretty sight.
Crimson splattered the floor next to him as his coughing finally ceases to end, to which he was glad it stopped. The coppery smell wafted his nose and he gagged at the pungent odor, weakly trying to get far enough away to not smell it and throw up another batch again. The taste was also foul in his mouth and he spits what remained in his mouth at the puddle, making a disgusted face in the process. Gross, really gross. He shuddered when he can still feel that pungent blood crawling through his throat. Subject DP-15 didn't know what to do to keep it down other than to not glance at the puddle and not think of the vile liquid coming out of him.
He crawled with what little strength he had left to the square shape and flat object that lay at the left corner of the room. Wrapping the second item around his frame, the resident laid his head down on the first, feeling exhausted from what happened. Sleep… Sleep would do some good to get rid of some things. Maybe with the exhaustion and the warmth from the flat item combined, he can take it easy so that he wouldn't throw up and easing the dizziness in his head. He felt darkness creeping up and nothing came after once it took hold of him, lending its help in reducing the awful effects that lingered through the poor soul.
Yeah, finally finished this! Whoo! So, how was it? Ok? Good? Do whatever so that it lets me know that you like it. Also, I won't be good at medical subjects, so I may get them wrong. I did little research anyways, but not enough to be accurate. :P I try, at least...