Test subject: Seven
Age: 11
Gender: female
Everything that happened after the government official sneered was a shock.
Twenty is hanging from the grasp of the man's hands. His body is limp, and his eyes are closed. He's...unconscious? He's unconscious or he gave up. Fear runs down my spine as the people around me are stunned with terror. He's going to die! My muscles try to move, but they can't budge even a little bit. Someone! Stop the man! He's going to die! Help! I want to scream, but then I will get injured too.
I just stand there. I wait there... until the man lets go, and Twenty collapses on the floor unconscious.
The scientist stared at us and yelled,"Hey! Go carry him into the resting area!"
We quickly walk towards the collapsed body. I run to where his wrists lies upon the tiled floor. His pulse is still present. I sigh of relief as we all attempt to carry him with our weak bodies' strength.
"Twenty." I whisper under my breath.
The adults continue their conversation. They exchange awkward smiles. They're smiling. That scientist almost killed someone, and they're enjoying their time as if nothing happened! Despise triggers in my brain.
Monsters.
We carried Twenty down the hall and into the room of 26 twin sized beds. We lie him down on the creaky bed labeled 20 in the corner of the room and covered him with the bed sheet. Everyone left after accomplishing the demand except for me. I sat on the ground next to his bed, praying that he'll wake up. But then I realized being alive in this place is not a good thing, so I wished him to be dead and resting in peace even if that is an unusual thing to do.
I slowly lift my eyes open, awakened by the sound of rustling. Did I nod off? Suddenly realizing that I did, I instantly turned around fully awake. Twenty is sitting up, looking dazed.
"Twenty." I said, in the happiest voice I could muster, which is not a very happy sounding tone.
He rotates his head towards me. He smiles a little, and I return it with an awkward grin.
"Did the people leave?" he asked.
I nodded my head. As Twenty slumps back in the bed, he shuts his eyes and sighs. His brows are furrowed. He slings an arm across his forehead.
"Hey, are you okay?" I ask.
"Y-yeah," he stutters. "It's just a slight headache. It'll probably wear off soon."
"Are you sure? You took quite an impact from that person after all."
He hops out of his bed and spreads his arms out. His black hair is tousled and his clothes are wrinkled.
"Do I look dead to you?" He asks. I shake my head. "Then I'm perfectly fine. You're such a worrywart. I can't even look out the window without you fretting over me."
"I-it's because you're going to strain your eyes! Who wants to have hurting eyes and headaches all the time? I don't."
He sighs and holds up his hands as a surrender.
"Fine, you win." he sighs.
We stand there awkwardly. It's just the two of us in the room, and everyone else seemed to have disappeared to somewhere else.
"Hey Seven. Can I talk about something?"
"Go ahead."
"I had this really strange dream when I passed out." he plopped down on his bed. He continued, "I was in the city outside of the fence and it was... not as I imagined. The roads stank, the air was cold, and the people were all dead on the floor clutching their heads, and I was standing alive among it all. It was horrible. I was then walking on the streets and the ground started rumbling only it was very slow. The ground opened below my feet, and I fell into pitch black darkness. I don't' remember the rest of it, but I really didn't like the dream at all. You know, I've been getting strange nightmares lately. Now this happened. Also, that man really hates me. He always glares at me when I did nothing and it's so bothersome. I just want to curl up and cry in a corner." he rambles on as his expression gets sadder.
All of the sudden, I have an urge to hug him. So I do. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his thin body.
"Man, this sucks. Even though you're younger than me you're always taking care of me like the older one." he mumbles.
I hush him. "I'm only a year younger than you. You said you want to cry. So cry."
"Tears are for the weak."
"You are weak, so you should cry."
"Shut up." he stammers.
After a long moment, his body trembles. Hicks and gasps of air escapes from his mouth. He's crying. He clenches onto my shirt. I pat his back.
"Cry. You can't not cry at least once. You're not as strong as you think you are. Okay? So..."I pause. I realize my voice is trembling. I feel moisture collect in the corners of my eyes. "So just cry. Just cry okay? Stop being dumb and cry idiot!"
I let my tears flow, but I don't let out a sound. I place my forehead on the top of his head. We stay there weeping out all our pent up emotions. Our cries almost mix together in harmony.
"I'm sorry Seven. Thank you."
Hello readers! It's the second chapter, and things are turning out okay! Man, it's hard trying to write in a personality who's smart, young, yet doesn't really know about a lot of stuff. It seems like I'm making them sound too old. But, you know... I don't know.
My eyes hurt right now, but I'm really inspired to write like 100 chapters right now. Need. To. Stop. I'm planning on keeping my updates consistent, but no promises! I have a huge dance competition in a few weeks, so I might not be able to post a new chapter every week as I would like to.
Have you ever just listened to the whole ZnT soundtrack? It's beautiful. I'm always cracking up from the names. They seem so half-assed, and I always imagine a person blindfolded typing in random words. I do know some are in different languages but I'm not sure about the rest. Especially lolol. Seriously, why? WHY? LOLOL, ARE YOU MESSING WITH ME? DON'T LOL AT ME TWICE THAT'S NOT COOL.
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I'll see you in the next chapter!
-PwandaBear32 (yes I changed my username and yes I purposely put the w in panda don't hate me)
