Outside, the sun began to rise in a burst of oranges, yellows, and reds that reminded you so much of a fire. You watched as the sun slowly crawled over the horizon like a little child, even though you had seen this every morning for the past how many years of your life?
Even though it was common, it reminded you that there still was hope. Though when you stick your hand through the bars of the window and pretend to weave your fingers through the sun's rays, you can't help but wonder what that hope really was.
The door to your dark room slammed open and you jerked your hand back inside and sprung to the nearest corner. In walked Abraham, and you sit there in a ball staring at him with wide eyes.
"Good morning, beautiful!"
You don't respond. In his hand is a plate and your mouth waters when you realize it's bacon and eggs. He sets it down and pushes it over to you with his foot.
"I thought you'd be hungry, hopefully this will make you feel better." He turned to leave and you give him an odd look before hungrily starting to eat at the food in front of you.
"Oh, one more thing..." He stopped at the door and you felt your stomach drop, wondering if he had finally decided to kill you by poisoning your food.
"We have a guest, so you get some time off from the experiments. But don't get used to the comfort." He winked at you and the door slammed shut, locking behind him.
Suddenly, your appetite was gone. You looked down at your plate of half eaten bacon and eggs and wished Abraham hadn't come in in the first place. Or at least had hit you and taken the food away.
Who was this newcomer, though? A guest? Your appetite became a stomach ache and your mouth tasted sour. You knew you should be happy to be getting a break from the pain for once, but you couldn't find joy in knowing someone else was going to go through the same torture you had gone through for your whole life. It wasn't right.
You found yourself at the window once more and glance down as much as the bars would let you to the room you knew the stranger would be in. Soon, screams would be heard when Abraham decided to start and the only person who would hear it for miles besides Abraham, would be you. And you wished you could turn into a bird and fly far away to find the help you both deserved. One day...