I never knew that life could be so bad, thus of course I don't even know what life is like outside these walls. You ask why, everyone does when they first hear that, especially coming from someone of my age. You get used to it, though I don't know what the world is like outside, so if I did I would guess that it's hard to adjust to…but who knows? I don't even know if anyone will find this but it does waste time so I can die faster and not suffer like I am. Anyway I don't have the right to say that life is hard cause the outside world is so questionable to me. If there is an outside world…

It was soft whatever was under this heavy body. Fluffy under the head and something warm over the rest of the limp body. As the world finally brings me alive I groan and only roll to my side but wince from the pain that jumped out from my neck. I gasp and sit up noticing that this isn't what life should be like and then look around the room. I can't remember anything. Where I am, how I got here, and more importantly…who am I? I glance down at my hands that are lying limp by my bent knees. I wiggle them and smiled, it felt really good for some reason. Soon after I pushed the covers away from my lower body and wiggle my toes as well. It was like a baby first being born. After having the sensation of getting blood flowing through my body, I winced in pain again as my neck screams at me. My hands fly to the neck, but I don't touch the soft skin like I do with the rest of my body. Cold metal greets the tips of my fingers instead.

I'm so confused. Is my neck metal? No, as I lace my fingers around the cold metal my fingertips are finally getting the sensation of skin touching skin and so does my neck. I smile to myself but soon my face drops and I begin to wonder what this metal thing is. As I move my whole hand around the metal ring, I feel a jagged line that sits directly over my spin. I trace it as far as my arm will allow me to only to quickly reach behind my back and continued down until it stops at the tailbone. The word comes to my mind and I say aloud, "Such a long scar," My voice sounds old and rough but still high with such the young age. Not wanting to say a word just yet. I clear my throat and begin to say the alphabet. Soon it sounds right and I begin to hum to make sure that it won't hurt. Everything sounds all right.

I slowly push myself up until my legs are hanging over the side of the bed. My heavy body slouches over them too tired to do anything besides lay back down and go back to sleep. I rub my eyes to try and wake myself up more only to notice that there are more than just one bed in the room, there are several.

I stand up slowly, my feet touching the cold tile floor. As I slowly walk around the room small quiet whispers from children around the room reach my ears. Some of them are coloring, others are looking into the blank spaces of the room, but most of them are watching me pass.

I reach the door, fingers curling around the hand and I push down to pen. Out into the hallway that is colder than the last room. It's big but also small. Looking both ways I decide to head towards the double doors. I feel stupid now when I look back at it. They lead to a large very dark hallway. At the end is a little light, but not much. As I get closer I notice that the small tunnel leads to a large room even larger than a normal sized gymnasium, mostly like the biggest convention center room that it has. The ceiling cures to make it more of a dome then just a rectangular room. On one side pretty high up is a large window, tinted so you can't see who is watching.

I spin a full three-sixty and stop in front of another door on the other side of the room. It slowly beings to open while the one that let me enter slowly starts to close. Oddly enough I do not panic. I just watch as the door is fully open and the one behind me closes with a large BANG!

The metal ring around my neck feels like it's getting heavier as time continues on, nothing coming out of the open door (that's more like a garage door than a normal house door). Soon the echoes of footsteps come from deep inside and the metal ring gets colder and heavier. Soon enough a large animal of some sort comes running out of the tunnel and chargers right towards me.

Naturally I jump out of the way just as it brings its large hands down on the area were I was just standing. The thing lets out a roar and turns towards me. This is when the retched ring lets out an electricity shock that makes me groan. As it grows worse and worse my groan turns into a long scream. Anger takes over all my emotions and I stand up, staggering a little but it's obvious I'm nowhere close to falling any time soon. They had to show me the video of this battle to learn what I did cause I don't remember a thing. Which somewhat scares me.

I pounce on the creature and crack, it's head opens before breaking the neck. Several most of the same creature comes running out. I kill one by shoving my hand into his chest and ripping the heart out. Another I rip the mask off only to be startled by what it looks like but I kill it by shoving my hand into its mouth and pulling out…something. Don't ask me what. The last one I do an "easy kill" where my foot cuts the creature fully in half. Gross, I know.

I was so close to pouncing on another one when arms wrap around my little body and a warm breath runs down my body. Her voice slurs in my ears and I can only pick up a few words, but my brain is smart enough and makes sense of it. It's one of the Three Ladies.

I sit up straight, breathing hard gasping for breath, my hand clenching the area of my heart. I let out a long sigh in relief as I notice that it was only the dream again. The dream of when I first woke up, right after receiving the metal ring. Though it has changed now considering my at my age I would've easily over come the ring. It starts with two large bolt things on either side of my neck, even as can be. From one, three small metal strips run into the other bolt on the other side. On each bolt, thin metal strips run from the bottom and follows the curve of my neck to my shoulder and runs evenly on my shoulder until it is greeted by another bolt that sits directly over where my bones meet to make my arms. Now about halfway off the thing strips of metal that runs over my shoulders two small strips curve to run into each other and then follows the curves of my shoulder blades. It's complex, yes, and I don't like it. For all I know I'm the only one who has this because every other child here is much younger than me. So you ask where everyone is who was the same age as me when I first received the metal ring…I honestly don't know where the hell they went. They just seemed to have vanished one by one. All I remember that it ended up to be me and an older boy whom soon vanished, but everyone still talks about him.

Anyway, I remember looking at this elaborate thing in the mirror once while I was in the bathroom. I told a guy that I had an upset stomach from the food they gave me and it might take a while. Thus of course it would be odd for someone like me to have an upset stomach cause I'm fed less that the younger kids. While they get to enjoy bigger meals and two meals, I get to enjoy on a small meal that usually consists of a piece of bread, a salad that is more like a bunch of lettuce and a small cup of either orange juice or apple juice. Now I know you're thinking of 'That sounds nice and healthily", but imagine having that as you breakfast, lunch and dinner put together, your 'Brunner'. One meal a day, that's just lettuce and a piece of bread, yeah it's healthy but it's definitely not filling.

"Vinita, are you alright?"

His voice makes me jump. I had forgotten every hour on the hour the same person comes to make sure that no one is out of bed and missing unless they where told by someone else that they where taking someone to the bathroom or the Ladies where calling for them.

I sniffle and nod slowly, "I'm fine. I just remembered an answer to a question that kept bothering me," I lie, "That's all" The man nodded, messed with my hair while giving me a small smile and strolled back to the slightly ajar door. One of the Ladies told me that I shouldn't have the ability to dream. I don't know why I shouldn't but I do anyway. They said that if I told them I had another dream again then I would have sever punishment. I don't want that so I don't tell them when I do dream. They don't bother me about it either so I'm assuming that they think it was a one time chance that that it's never happened again. It's not true I know, but I'm not going to tell them and I'm definitely not going to tell the brainwashed children around me that I've been dreaming. They'd just go and tell the Ladies that Vinita is dreaming again and then I tumble into darkness of punishment(s?). It scares me and that seems like their job in the first place. The door closes and everything losses light. I sit there in silence, what can I do?