Dina12
07-17-2012, 08:00 AM
So I'm have trouble. I'm afraid that this is all that I've managed to come up with. Please note any suggestions or critisisms that you have. Thanks :)
They tried to take it from me. They tried to prod and pull, to squeeze it out my ear, they tried to talk me into giving it up, they tried to shock it out of me and to cut it out of me but I wouldn’t let them. They wanted to remove the extra gears that had been left in me by mistake, to insert new springs and replace the chemicals. They said it was better that way. They said they wanted to help, that there was something wrong, that they wanted to make me more like them but I wouldn’t let them. I was better the way I was. I knew I was made wrong, that the wiring was installed backwards but I liked what I was.
I would hear them coming for me, click clacking down the hall like hail on my window and I’d melt back into the wall to hide from them in the whiteness but they always knew where to look. I asked one of the nurses once where she got her special optical mechanics that enabled her to see the invisible, to see me when I was hiding in the walls but she looked straight ahead and didn’t answer me, they ever answered, those special optical nerves seemed to impact on hearing. The doctors had them too, their optical mechanics let them see through more than walls though, they could see through skin and flesh deep into the mind. Their opticals were special, they could look at electrical impulses in my brain and know what I was thinking. I never told them so but they knew that I was afraid of them because they could read my thoughts.
The nurses used to try to confuse me by walking me down the wrong halls to the wrong room. They used to tell me that it was my room, that it wasn’t any different. I used to want to scream at them that nothing was different, that everything was white and cold from the empty ceiling to their dead flesh but my mouth wouldn’t let me. My mouth was lazy, that was another problem with me, when they made me they forgot to put the right circuits in my tongue and it would take me too long to make words. That’s when they first noticed that there was something wrong with me, when my mouth stopped working properly so they sent me to the repair shop. The doctor at the repair shop was lazy too and didn’t want to fix my tongue so he made me tired instead, making me say all kinds of things so that when I left I was too tired to tell the others that he didn’t fix me because he was too lazy.
I was lying on my bed one time, they used to tie me to it at night to make sure that I didn’t fall out and damage my main circuit but that time it was during the day. I was trying to look through the ceiling to look at the sky, I thought that I remembered that it used to be blue outside the repair shop but I wasn’t sure. They told me many things that weren’t true at the repair shop, they could have made me believe that too. I couldn’t imagine that anything as big as the sky should be blue, the only blue things in the repair shop were the little pills filled with tiny robots that we were given by the nurses. I sat up and looked at my legs. I wasn’t sure but they seemed to have morphed into the sheets that grew from the walls connected by the bed frame. The bed fame used to be so cold it would burn me but I got used to it, my circuits rewired themselves to be insensitive to the cold. As I stood up the room tilted slightly and my feet clung to the linoleum as I edged my way to the door. The soles of my slippers would stick to the floor and stretch when I lifted my feet until they were long stalactites of white linoleum growing up from to floor until they reach up to my nose and then snap! They would break away and fall back into the floor. I stood at the door in the rec room where we waited during the day to be called to repair appointments. We had been told earlier that week that we were allowed to go outside, that they had made another wait space for us. I wanted to check whether the sky was blue. The nurse came and led me away from the door. I was amazed that her feet didn’t stick to the floor too, I thought they must have upgraded her wiring. She pushed me into a chair where I disappeared.
When I floated back to the surface, the nurse was gone. I got up to touch the door. It was so white that it hurt to touch it. The hadn’t been anything so newly white in the repair shop for a long time, most things had turned a little gray taking the bite out of the cold. My feet were wet as I looked at the sky it was dirty white. I supposed that the sky wasn’t so new and I supposed that they’d lied told me that it was blue and I believed them or that my wiring was wrong, maybe the pills were white and the walls were blue. I looked down at my feet and saw the sky again. I looked above me head to see the white sky stretched above me and looked down again to realise that bits of sky had fallen on the floor and on my feet, making them look like sky.
I heard noises behind the door, they were coming to get me but I didn’t want to go inside, I like the white outside better. I had to find a pace to hide, I saw a pile of sheets near the where the outside walls met. I went to dive under the sheets so that they couldn’t find me but the sheets came away in my hands. I could hear them click clacking so I dove into the pile of white non-sheets and buried myself so that they wouldn’t find me. The white was cold and it hurt me but I couldn’t let them find me because I was wet. I didn’t want them to yell at me, I’d rather be cold, my circuits were already adjusting, my feet didn’t feel cold anymore nor did my hands.
They tried to take it from me. They tried to prod and pull, to squeeze it out my ear, they tried to talk me into giving it up, they tried to shock it out of me and to cut it out of me but I wouldn’t let them. They wanted to remove the extra gears that had been left in me by mistake, to insert new springs and replace the chemicals. They said it was better that way. They said they wanted to help, that there was something wrong, that they wanted to make me more like them but I wouldn’t let them. I was better the way I was. I knew I was made wrong, that the wiring was installed backwards but I liked what I was.
I would hear them coming for me, click clacking down the hall like hail on my window and I’d melt back into the wall to hide from them in the whiteness but they always knew where to look. I asked one of the nurses once where she got her special optical mechanics that enabled her to see the invisible, to see me when I was hiding in the walls but she looked straight ahead and didn’t answer me, they ever answered, those special optical nerves seemed to impact on hearing. The doctors had them too, their optical mechanics let them see through more than walls though, they could see through skin and flesh deep into the mind. Their opticals were special, they could look at electrical impulses in my brain and know what I was thinking. I never told them so but they knew that I was afraid of them because they could read my thoughts.
The nurses used to try to confuse me by walking me down the wrong halls to the wrong room. They used to tell me that it was my room, that it wasn’t any different. I used to want to scream at them that nothing was different, that everything was white and cold from the empty ceiling to their dead flesh but my mouth wouldn’t let me. My mouth was lazy, that was another problem with me, when they made me they forgot to put the right circuits in my tongue and it would take me too long to make words. That’s when they first noticed that there was something wrong with me, when my mouth stopped working properly so they sent me to the repair shop. The doctor at the repair shop was lazy too and didn’t want to fix my tongue so he made me tired instead, making me say all kinds of things so that when I left I was too tired to tell the others that he didn’t fix me because he was too lazy.
I was lying on my bed one time, they used to tie me to it at night to make sure that I didn’t fall out and damage my main circuit but that time it was during the day. I was trying to look through the ceiling to look at the sky, I thought that I remembered that it used to be blue outside the repair shop but I wasn’t sure. They told me many things that weren’t true at the repair shop, they could have made me believe that too. I couldn’t imagine that anything as big as the sky should be blue, the only blue things in the repair shop were the little pills filled with tiny robots that we were given by the nurses. I sat up and looked at my legs. I wasn’t sure but they seemed to have morphed into the sheets that grew from the walls connected by the bed frame. The bed fame used to be so cold it would burn me but I got used to it, my circuits rewired themselves to be insensitive to the cold. As I stood up the room tilted slightly and my feet clung to the linoleum as I edged my way to the door. The soles of my slippers would stick to the floor and stretch when I lifted my feet until they were long stalactites of white linoleum growing up from to floor until they reach up to my nose and then snap! They would break away and fall back into the floor. I stood at the door in the rec room where we waited during the day to be called to repair appointments. We had been told earlier that week that we were allowed to go outside, that they had made another wait space for us. I wanted to check whether the sky was blue. The nurse came and led me away from the door. I was amazed that her feet didn’t stick to the floor too, I thought they must have upgraded her wiring. She pushed me into a chair where I disappeared.
When I floated back to the surface, the nurse was gone. I got up to touch the door. It was so white that it hurt to touch it. The hadn’t been anything so newly white in the repair shop for a long time, most things had turned a little gray taking the bite out of the cold. My feet were wet as I looked at the sky it was dirty white. I supposed that the sky wasn’t so new and I supposed that they’d lied told me that it was blue and I believed them or that my wiring was wrong, maybe the pills were white and the walls were blue. I looked down at my feet and saw the sky again. I looked above me head to see the white sky stretched above me and looked down again to realise that bits of sky had fallen on the floor and on my feet, making them look like sky.
I heard noises behind the door, they were coming to get me but I didn’t want to go inside, I like the white outside better. I had to find a pace to hide, I saw a pile of sheets near the where the outside walls met. I went to dive under the sheets so that they couldn’t find me but the sheets came away in my hands. I could hear them click clacking so I dove into the pile of white non-sheets and buried myself so that they wouldn’t find me. The white was cold and it hurt me but I couldn’t let them find me because I was wet. I didn’t want them to yell at me, I’d rather be cold, my circuits were already adjusting, my feet didn’t feel cold anymore nor did my hands.