Numbers of insanity

by SayuriMyusune

Saya and her sister Shiki are orphans that were raised from a facility...place where they were forced to memories number broadcasts and remember them . They were adopted by rich people and twists and paths of the insane for these two had just begun

1. Chapter 1

(Numbers of insanity)

Sanity was all in the past for we have been insane for a long time. We were given something special that we watched and listened and we memorized the numbers and we have been treated like rats, although all that changed when someone went insane and wrote numbers all over her walls, floors, and even her tables and bed. I Saya was also involved in this and I never uttered the numbers or point out any pictures that had imaginary numbers. I was given numbers (0-3-2-0-2-5/ 23-39-24-12-19) which I don't know what it means but it means something. We all had a radio and we are forced to listen and memorize the numbers, we all had different number codes that we were assigned and memorize it. I was only 19 when this happened.

Ch1 Adoption and numbers

It was dark and cold in my room and it was our usual broadcast time that we were told we must listen to, guards watched us from the windows and they were like cold soldiers without emotions. They told me, "When you hear the broadcasted numbers you will recite it back." I nodded slowly and began to wait for the numbers to be broadcasted, when my radio turned on it was static first then music played like it was a music box which I heard before. The radio broadcaster (0-3-2-0-2-5/ 23-39-24-12-19) which is the usual numbers I was given unlike the others which was hard to memorize but they do it anyways. The guards said to now recite it and in a clear voice, after I say it in a clear way the guard whispered to the other guard and nodded. He said I will have lunch soon and rest for today, the usual I looked outside my window and saw the blue sky and realized and muttered that I am stuck in this dark small world and hoping some freedom to occur in my life.

I began to read my book that is called 1984 which was not a pleasant book for me because of it reminds me of this place where everyone is like a mindless people acting like everyone is an enemy. I blew my hair from my face and began to scratch the stone wall out of boredom, all of a sudden the small door slot from my door opened quickly and the warden told me to come out and get dressed and ready. I began to be surprised and got myself dressed and prepared to whatever is going on. When I opened the door the warden and a few guards stood there with my bags and a wallet they seemed to be for me. As I asked what is this the warden said in a gentleman tone, "You are adopted as so as your sister from a wealthy family. I must also say you're one of the successful people to memorize the numbers and say them without forgetting or going insane." I narrowed my eyes and buttoned my jacket saying that I'm just gifted to remember things without dropping a numbers and letters, the guards and the warden nodded and told me on the front door of the building is where your family is at and your sister waiting. All went silent when we continued to walk till we reached to the sicken room.

When we pass through the sicken level which I heard is a horrifying place full of people went insane and crazy after a few weeks listening to the numbers over and over again. I took one good look at one room with the window open when we exited the sicken room, the room is full of numbers and the person is crawled into a ball sitting in the corner back and forth and screaming her numbers. As we passed the room I saw a lot of strong people with white coats going into the sicken level and after that the scream stopped and a wail begins, we stepped into a silver elevator which was sheer clean and has also has a speaker broadcasting numbers as usual. As we ascended from the dark hell the numbers still waved into our minds to remember where are we at and why are we here and so on. As we walked the long hallways with propaganda of numbers which I can translate, "THE WORLD IS YOURS TO RULE!" which I deny what it describes this place and I think they mean our small rooms is ours to rule and the pictures is a man reading a paper full of words that centers a little shining man holding a hammer of numbers. I looked down ignoring the pictures and continued to walk. As I saw the front door of the outside world I saw a tall still man and a woman with a kind smile which I doubt if she's kind or not I don't know, as the warden and the guards hand my bags and wallet to me they told me to have good luck and carry the numbers with you that someday you'll be able to understand what it means. We waited for my sister who she's only 16 years old and she's more stable and unstable which turned her into a person with multi personalities. On the left hall I saw her with a dark coat, a leather hat, dark brown boots, and white sweater. She had long dark hair and pale skin, she had empty eyes that describes her of what they did to her of implanting numbers in her brain and been through hell for years. Her name was Shiki.

When Skiki saw me her empty eyes went back to normal and walked to me and hugged me as what she always does when I come along. When I pat her head she began to mutter her numbers which seems impossible to understand on her voice,(24-35-56-21-19-16/23-6-27-3-34-10) I did not know what it means for she was pressured and forced to memorize the tones and number translation. The warden says that we are the most successful people that remembers the numbers and never forgets them. The man and the woman was surprised and says that we are successful if there was two people to know this and everyone agreed on it. As I watched our parents who adopted us sign the papers a maid told us to pick up our bags and put it in the back of the cars and get into the car, the maid looked at us as if we were successful people and left us a smile. I doubt that was a real smile because we were useful people or so were called "human tools" to memorize and various things that we wish to forget. As we enter the black car the maid sat across us facing toward us because the middle of the car had a table and there are four long car seats that formed around the table so that we can have conversations.

As we sat facing towards the front the maid sat across us from the table and continued to smile, Shiki clung to my sleeve and told me that she's suspicious and scary because she kept on smiling at us. I told my sister to calm down and let me handle this, I asked the maid why do you keep smiling at us and she responded in a calm way. "I am your maid and I got word you're unique on your records of how you studied history and remembered the numbers from the number station there, no one was sane to exit that place and you're very lucky to be adopted from rich people. I congratulate you!" I nodded and agreed to everything she said to me and told her that we are a type of people with an interest of history and books which I enjoyed and continued to remember. The maid smiles and says were unique as usual which I confirmed she's partially insane but she is suppressing her insanity breakdown. Then on the top of my mind I asked if she went to this place, she was silent and a cold stare as stone but in a few second she went back to a smile that is blank and says to never ask strange questions.

The maid I noticed in her eyes I know she's reciting her numbers which were (0-3-38-4-2/1-9-7-4-23-0) in her head and I know her eyes and pupils are jittering and moving a bit because of what I said and began to shake a bit to try her hardest not to go insane on front of us and do any harsh damaged. My sister Shiki told the maid to snap out of it and the maid subsided and said thank you for snapping out of her episode of that place, as our new mom and our new dad got into the car they told us if we're ok and if we had and fatigue or anything of somewhat. We shook our heads and said we are fine and ok so far. They smiled and said that were going to a special place for us to enjoy for our lives. As we began to move on or they began to drive dark cloud s rolled in and began to rain, we watched outside as the green grass still in our eyes grey and the city was grey as usual, Shiki looked at the puddles and the formed lakes which slowly began to say in a slow muttering voice, "A man in a suit walked into the mirrored lake, the man looked down of his refection which stared face to face each other. Neither of them spoke, neither of them moved as both of their worlds are the same as they continued to watch each other without a sound or a mind." Shikis short story reminded me and the maid of a line from a book that kept everyone in that place speechless when they saw a lake or a puddle. We entered the city where the place was full of cars and people of black, white, and grey. I watched as people everywhere with emotionless expressions as I saw outside building of big large screens of advertisements and news of what is going on in the outside world and everything. I assumed that they are busy and they don't have time for happiness because of the rain pouring which a while ago it was clear blue skies.

The dad told us that the mansion is close and it's in the rich area that you may not leave without a body guard making sure your safe and never to go into the slums for that place is a place of the insanity and where people act and words are harsh and unpleasant even if they are educated it's impossible to deal with them. We agreed and obeyed that rule and safety for us. We got to a gate and giant wall which I assume a check point which is a border a rich and the poor, Shiki asked me if were considered rich. I said in response of a yes in mind but was just human tools that they are going to use on decoding numbers and things that we usually do back at that place. We went through the dark tunnel with dark yellow lights till at the end of the tunnel is beautiful city that looks like futuristic type of white and black and everything looks clean and rich. The sky is clear and not as rainy as we usually see and predict for, we passed the city to a long road that leads to a town full of mansions that took a while to get there until we got to the nearly the end of the mansion towns. The car entered our new home which is a big complex mansion which I could get lost in but I will memorize the place as soon as I know my way and such as I know.

When our new mother and father who adopted us got out two maids opened the door for us and helped our bags and helped us take off our coat. Shiki still clung to my sleeve being scared and everyone a stranger as usual as we looked at the maids that just smiled at us which made us uncomfortable for us to walk and to move on into the big white door which is like going into a different realm of what we never knew. When we went inside everything was clear white and the furniture was fancy in a way for the first time saw a different color besides grey, black, and white. We were told to wear slippers and to follow the head maid to our rooms where we will also start our work of translating numbers until we are done then we can take a break. Our room is rather large and it's like going to a world filled with glass and I assume touch screen as I am correct. I saw two clear thick glass tables with our names on it with stacks of glass tablets in the (inbox) that I can see have numbers we must translate in a faster way, the head maid told us, "I suggest you to look around and familiarize ourselves in this mansion before you start work which you get paid for every translated numbers from number station you decode. You have no problem of doing this right? "We watched as she bowed and left our room and two maids stood on the door way which I assumed watching us until we approach the door. Shiki noticed my wrapped sweater and asked why I brought that radio with me; it brings horrifying memories of that place. I stared outside the window which showed three glass buildings which the glass has numbers appear out of nowhere, the numbers were red and reminded me from alarm clocks or digital clocks which slowly I began to grip my fist thinking it's not over and our lives of numbers and broadcast station memorization is just continuing in advance.

(I don't know why I typed and started this dark, depressing, and psychotic story…..maybe it's the influence from call of duty black ops? numbers? or I stumbled a weird part of YouTube again that lead me to number station broadcast videos…..who knows but I'm not telling or saying for….it's a mystery…..i don't care its an alternative type of you say…anime mixed with dark modern brainwashing blab la bla you know….till or wait till I type the next story

CH2 (Glass of Madness)