The first installment of Avatar: Fighting the Modern Age. Sorry that the intro is totally corny and pathetic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar, Dasani, or any "hospitals"
Avatar: Fighting the Modern Age
Intoduction
A teardrop rolled silently down my cheek, to the tip of my chin, and into my 12 oz. Dasani bottle. One of the "nurses", the only one with even a pinch of kindness left, gave the water to me. She could see that I needed more than just a tiny drink of water once every three days in order to remain in a state of decent health. I acted foolishly though. Instead of saving water for later, I drank it all within a time of thirty seconds, too parched to think. Now I have to save whatever water I can get a hold of. The only good thing is that I have a place to keep the water now. My work is much more efficient. I haven't seen that nice worker since, but I've heard from others that are imprisoned here that she still works here.
I sighed dryly as I stared around my room. There's really nothing interesting about it. It's just a dull cube of gray stone. There isn't even a TV. Apparently, they think I could use it as a dangerous weapon or something. This place was supposed to help me, for evidently, there was something wrong with me. "This is a hospital. It will help you," they had said. Even as they were dragging me, bound, gagged, and held by five large men, into this place, they tried to reason with me. I knew they thought I was mental, but did they honestly believe I was that stupid? Hospitals don't gather their strongest workers to hold a person's limbs down while they pour water down his or her throat. This locked hole of misery that I'm slowly deteriorating in isn't a hospital. It's a prison. It's either that or I'm a part of some major hostage crisis (though that's highly unlikely). I sit around, dreaming that I was a victim of something illegal, that the police would show up and arrest these terrible people, and set the prisoners free, set me free. Sadly, I know that is not the case, for this dungeon is run and funded by the government. The only way out is to get out myself.
I was interrupted in the midst of my thoughts by the sound of footsteps in the hallway. I quickly twisted the cap on the bottle and hid it under myself. The steps grew louder and louder until I could tell that they were standing right in front of my cell door. They stopped. The sliding eyehole in my door slid open. I faked a blank expression and stared thoughtlessly at the ceiling. The slide closed, and the footsteps began to fade away.
For those who think this event is odd, I've got news for you. It's pretty much a daily occurrence. I've seen that face so many times I can recognize it just by the eyes. He's definitely my least favorite guard. I always have to fake docile and mindless whenever they're nearby. I want them to think I've given up, given in. Little do they know the biggest step to rebellion and to their downfall is soon to be made.
Well, there you have it. I'm putting a poll up on whether I should continue this. Plz vote on it. My story's fate depends on you...