1.
Your name is not
important.
Humans have names,
and you are not human.
To them, at least.
—
They assign you a number,
assign everybody a number.
They don't ask you.
They tell you.
Humans have choices,
and you are not human.
To them, at least.
—
Go sit down,
they say.
They leave you alone.
Leave you alone with the others.
Together,
but still apart.
Separated by the miles
that are the bars
between you.
—
For a few days,
nothing happens.
Odd, really,
You would think that they
would want to see you.
Poke you.
Prod you.
Why don't they?
Are you not strange?
—
A few days is all it is.
Because after that,
the real nightmares start.
At least you can fight the monsters
with claws
and teeth.
You can't fight the fears
they place
in your heads.
—
Hello,
the demons say.
Little make-believe hero,
you're in a make-believe world.
Welcome to AREA 51.
It's a long AN, but it's pretty much the only one in this fic, so please read this!
In my attempt to write something original, this was born. It's a sci-fi sorta story concentrating on what would happen if humans found out that demigods existed. I've written fifteen of these, totalling around 2K (which doesn't seem like much but took forever to write. I might write more . . . it depends on people's reactions to this). I decided to go for completely original and write it in free-verse poetry, too.
Just for credit, this is based off Inside Out & Back Again by Thanhha Lai. It's amazing.
And my last note; Area 51 in this story is not referring to the actual place. It's figurative language for a scary place. So yeah . . . enjoy this!
-Dee