I lay on my bed, in my little prison, in truth it is the only thing familiar to me, I know every wall, every surface in it by touch. I lay still, listening to people talking outside my door, a man has been coming here now every few days for weeks now. He never enters my room, never speaks to me, but I can hear him talking to them outside, if my blindness has given me anything it has made my hearing more keen.
"Are you sure about this yo? This isn't like getting a puppy..." Reno, foolish red head.
"Yes I'm sure." the unknown man. "I'll make arrangements and then come back for him."
"Man, I don't know yo. I hear you don't stay in one place for very long. Took the poor kid almost 6 months to stop tripping over things in his room." Go to hell Reno, you would have probably done worse in my position.
"Be silent for once Reno." Tseng, their leader, he rarely comes around here, something is going on, and I'm not sure I like where its going. "If you are sure you are up to this task I'll draw up the paperwork. But I warn you Rhapsdos if he gets out of hand, its on you."
I feel Him stir inside me at the name, Rhapsdos, who is he, and why is he interested in me?
"I'm sure I'll manage." He is looking into my room, I can tell by how his voice is projecting. I continue to lie still, still not sure what quite is going on yet. I hear the man's heavy boots begin to walk away, then the sound of the Turks also leaving. Once again all is silent in my little prison, but this time I am left with more questions then I could imagine. Who was this Rhapsdos, why was he coming here all the time, what value did I hold to him? I shiver at the last question, while I may have no desire to live, I have no desire to be tormented any further than I already am.
The man would not come back for a week, and some of my questions would be answered. Instead of the usual nurse who would lay out my clothes and make sure I brushed my hair, I was greeted by a loud and obnoxious voice belonging to a certain Red haired Turk.
"Its your lucky day boyo. Its movin day!" He tosses something on my bed where I am sitting. I reach over and touch what was thrown down onto my bed, its cloth, but not the same clothes I wear every day. These are different, the fabric of one is softer, as my hand continues to wander I find a material much heavier. After moving back to the first object I pull it into my lap and run my hands over its entirety, its a short sleeved shirt. I assume the other object would be pants.
"Your new friend bought ya some new clothes, better hurry and get dressed. He'll be here soon yo." He pauses, not moving.
"Aren't you going to leave?" I ask, my almost monotone voice not wavering as my hands carress the soft material of the shirt.
"Eh. Right. Ok..." I hear him leave, closing the door behind him. I stand up slowly and make my way to the door, running my hand up the wooden frame to the shade at the top. I pull it down over the window before returning to the bed. While I cannot see them watching me, I have no interest in anyone seeing my body who does not have need to. Its been abused enough, physically and otherwise. I pull the heavy polyester shirt over my head and lay it across the bed before pulling the much softer shirt over my head. It feels so different on my skin, and the smell is different too, I pull it close to my face and inhale it deeply. Its so different from the smell of this place, so sterile and clean. I release the shirt and move on to putting on the pants, the fabric is heavy and tight to my body, almost reminiscent of my old clothes, the tight leather that clung to my body like second skin. I find at the bottom of the pile shoes, by their feel they are simple, no laces, no straps, best I can tell they simply just slip on. I sit down on the edge of the bed and do such. Can this really be happening? Am I leaving this prison?
My answer comes a few minutes later, a knock, then the door opens. I hear his heavy boots cross my room, he is in front of me, and from what I can guess, he squats down. He takes one of my hands in his own, they are callused but still soft.
"My name is Genesis, Genesis Rhapsdos and I'm taking you away from here."