Chapter 3- #12 awake
She woke up- they weren't here.
Nobody
was here
right now.
She could tell.
She fell asleep at the turntables again. Or maybe this was the dream- part of it? Then why was everything so dark… why did everything feel colder and harder and scratched.
She scratched one of the disks. It's been a while since she made music here- even though she was standing right here? It's been a while since she's been in this studio. Even though she was always here.
Where was she.
. . .
She looked up. Her neck hurt. The window…
I know you're there.
She tapped on the glass once. This was real, wasn't it. This, was real.
Come and play.
She scratched. The glass.
Put me back in, she called.
Let me out, she screamed.
She banged on the glass. Sounds from the other side.
I don't know… what… I want…
"Put her back in, double the strength."
"Her vitals already aren't ideal, if we force it they could worsen- look at her, she's already clutching her head-"
"Don't care, do it."
"B-but Dr. Aireen advises against-"
"They aren't here, now are they. DO IT."
"Y-yes. Running simulation #634."
"…She collapsed."
"Good. Keep her out until next mealtime. I don't care if you have to make this stuff up. And somebody clean that coddamded room."