Inside Cell #: 1138357

[Silverluna]

We're All Mad Here....

The lightbulb above my head winks down the occasional burst of brighter light than normal. I'm looking up at the ceiling, listening to the rain fall down onto the metal roof. Ratta-Tatta ratatta-Tatta! There are no windows here, no way out, no way in....I don't know how I got in....maybe I sprang from the cracks in the concrete floor? Like a roach...yes there are roaches, and beetles. How am I kept alive? I haven't a clue. There are no tubes in my neck, arms, or body. I remember eating sometime before all this, bathing, and even loving a faceless entity. Or maybe I am just dreaming this....I don't sleep...atleast, as far as I can tell. My eyes don't close....there is no real reason to. The Darkness isn't any better than this flickering light!
On the walls, there are tiny scratchings made by the former inmate. Yes I know there was a former owner of Cell # 1138357, in the lower corner of one of the walls is a message written in a language I barely remember:
" Gookie wuz herez"

Gookie? A name? A person, or animal....how did you escape Gookie? Or were you taken out of here...and I brought inside....I know there is something outside these walls ....something must make it!
"Rain. Rain, Rain Go Away Come Again Some Other Day...?" A voice sings in a sort of blissful manner.
Did I sing it? I don't think I know how to talk...I have nothing to talk to. I just stare up at the flickering lightbulb....you think it could get changed....

 

[Sillyman]

I know it didn't use to be like this. There were good days and bad days. Everyone has them. They weren't all sleepy days. They weren't all days of unthinking and unfeeling. I never dream. My world cycles through nightmares and blackness. They take me what I need. I hate the food. No one comes to see me. They won't let me go. I want to see my family. Where are my kids? I didn't mean to do it. I'm really okay, I swear. Please. God. Help. Me.

 

[Silverluna]

The Light has gone out.....I knew it would. You can't keep flickering away like that stupid bulb and just expected it to stay glowing....forever!!

Damn management! I wanted an ocean view.....and a waterbed..not a lumpy cot in the corner....

Oh the pain of lonliness, it's returning now. I know I had someone once. A mother? Father? Puppy dog that liked to sniff my genderless crotch.

It doesn't matter anymore. They are gone, and I am still here.
So like I said the light when out. Darkness. No one to climb up there and fix the burnt out bulb. I still sleep with my eyes open. The Darkness has become my relality, I knew it would. I feel the roaches crawl over my legs...atleast they feel like legs. Long appendages that I use for squatting in the corner. Legs.

 

[Silverluna]

comments?

 

[Comanda]

6 paces forward, 5 to the left, turn and 6 back, turn left, 5 more. And here I am once again. I lay in the dark staring at the wall in front of me. I can see and feel it breathing. The longer I stare, the more it reveals to me. The colored speckles within the black move, vibrate, and shimmer. I let my mind wander, and the walls speak to me. They tell of those who have been here before me. They speak of the anger, the hate, the fear, the hopelessness.

The madness invades, the darkness encloses. Then the light above me shines, and once again I see the cracks. And I know that I have fallen.

 

[Silverluna]

I lay down on the lumpy cot, I would say my eyes hurt, but there is no pain. No pain, hunger, just the constant loneliness. I've forgotten what I look like. My "race". What is that again? I'm not even sure I'm human still. Or even was. What else would I be? the questions circle around and around inside my scrambled brain. I know I still have that much because sometimes I feel it actually thinking about itself. Very Strange.

The light has flickered back on...but all I see now is the Darkness. I rub my hands together trying to get them to feel again. But it's not possible. They, like everyother part of me, has forgotten to feel, or function on its own. I am just this damaged mind. That much I know.

 

[Comanda]

With the light flickering, I rise and pace again. Another day, or so I suppose. I make my mark on the wall. I think about days and nights, and I wonder if it is day or night. I wonder if the light comes on during what I once knew as night? I wonder if I will ever see the night again. I wonder when I lost control of my mind, I wonder how it now controls me insead of me controling it.
I stop to listen. I hear voices, or sounds, something. I can't make it out. The sounds echo in my head, and I can't tell if they are real or not. But of course they are real. I hear them, they must be real. I bring my hands to my head and squeeze, it doesn't help, I stop and take a deep breath, force myself to submit to the sound, to listen, to hear.

 

[Ice Cold]

Hey I'm in Inside Cell #: 1138358 and I wish you would keep it down in there... I don't mind the flickering light, kind of like a strobe light... of course since being in here, it has caused several seizures... but that's ok because it throws off the brain wave. They can't track me this way... I know they are out there still trying... and the stupid bastards took the Aluminum Hat of protection away from me, but that's ok... they will be the first to be taken when the the time of the coming arrives... I miss that hat... I remember when it called out to me... it was at the Chinese restaurant... the ones run by that family downtown... I couldn't finish the duck, so they wrapped it for me in foil... It was in the shape of a swan... I marveled at the craftsmanship... it looked as if it belonged out on the pond... a silver coated messiah guiding the others to safety... delivering them... it spoke to me and told me of the great coming... I knew the only way to protect myself was to wear my new tin friend on my head... it saved me... no longer were my thoughts available to them...
still they worked their evil through others... and they took Swannie... and here I am now... a lost flickering soul with no hat...
Why have you forsaken me of lord of Aluminum!!!

 

[Silverluna]

Sometimes when I am very still, I can still hear the screaming....I think this might have been some sort of testing lab. Government? Perhaps. But I think most of it has been disbanned.

Kinda like listening to dolphins whistling in your ear....high pitched and squealling. Other times I just hear silence, The dreadful, heavy silence of this horrid place. Well, maybe it's not horrid....

I bet under normal circumstances I might even like this place....Think about it Gookie, you don't have to worry about dinner, bathing, or using the WC....everything is taken care of.
Or else I am so far gone that I don't even notice these events. Hell, I could be on the streets begging for a quarter. But I am in here. I really doubt I would have the strength to get out of here if I had the chance....mentally I am dependent on this closed and restraining artifical room. Yes, I've concluded this place is artifical. Meaning, I wasn't created here....oh no. I was placed here.

How? Why? I don't really know why anymore.....images flicker just like the lightbulb overhead.....

 

[Guest]

''Atleast'' is two words, okey? Now get back to the library, or I'll make you famous in the Far East.

 

[Silverluna]

Thank you for the correction. Library? What Library?
*curious look*

 

[Guest]

http://www.literotica.com/forum/showthread.php?threadid=98299

 

[Silverluna]

you mean this isn't the women's bathroom?

Hehe...just ummm taking a break from being chained naked in the library.....

 

[sexy-girl]

wow interesting ... and spine tingling

 

[Silverluna]

wow thanks sexy-girl....*blush* i wasn't sure what i was going to do with this thread....just kinda came off the top of my head

 

[Savage Kitten]

by C/O normAL

comments?

"Keep the noise down! I am trying to read my magazine." *grumble mumble* pesky ratty ass inmates, always complaining about something. what do they think this is? holiday inn? whining ass inmates, always complaining aboput something. 'my sink drips, my light flicks, there are antesses in my cell...' i got plenty to worry about without going on the cell block and checkin on their punk asses every thirty minutes.

"What? I can't hear ya!... Oh, you say you need a tylenol? Yeah, I know you do man but hey, I am kinda busy right now. I'll get for you in a few minutes."