yet to title. (alyssa, wip)

8/10/2019 Yet to Title. (Alyssa, Wip)

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Yet to title.

WIP.

Rough copy number 1.

Day 1.

Hallo. I only want you to know, before I begin, that I will not tell you my name,and I dont want your . !ll I want i omeone to write to, omeone who will "u t read my

torie and omeone I would ne#er know would be "udging me. $hat i all.

I am locked away here. I ha#e no clue where I am, nor why I am here. It i o white, inhere. $here i a little tray that open , twice a day, that gi#e me a pill. $hat i my only

u tenance. You are probably wondering, how can a pill be your only ource of food andwater% Well, I cannot tell you the an wer, becau e I do not yet know it my elf. !ll I knowfor certain i I mu t take it.

$he per on who gi#e me my pill &be it man or woman, I do not know& nuck me thinotepad and pen. I think I will write out my life and hope it i not too boring. I mu t gonow. $he bed ha come out of the wall.

$ime for leep.

Day 2.

You know, ometime , I dream of color . . . ne#er human . I cant remember whatan actual human e#en look like. I cant remember. . . anything. !nything be ide the ewhite wall . 'u t white, e#erywhere. (ut ometime , in my lumber, I dream of the color red, or, e#en rarer, yellow. I think I lo#e that color, yellow. It o bright, and gorgeou .(ut e#erything i o beautiful, with color.

Day 3.

I think I hear mu ic) It i #ery faint, perhap down ome hallway out ide of thiwhite. I think, before all of thi happened, I en"oyed mu ic. I wonder, dear reader of the enote , what kind of mu ic I en"oyed% !re you li tening to mu ic a you read thi %

!h, but who am I talking to% *y ub&con ciou ne % $he e note will tay in thi pad. . .

Day 4.


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+h, dear reader, I ha#e o many ue tion . I ha#e begun cra#ing human comforte#er ince I began writing. I cannot tell you the number of day I ha#e pent in here, thenumber of monotonou day in the e white wall . !nd I dont really e#en know when it iday, or when it i night. When the bed come out, I leep. !nd when I wake, it i the

dawn of a new day, for me, a the bed lowly crawl back into the wall.

$ell me, what i it like to feel the touch of another human%

Day 6.

I am orry I did not write ye terday. -omething trange happened to me. I wokeup, a per u ual, but I found that I could not hold a ingle thought for longer than a few

econd , and then I found I could not tand. What happened to me% I do not under tandthi place. !fter what felt, to me, like an eon would, I wa able to hold onto one thought,

a thought that I would ne#er ha#e thought of on my own.

-oon./

Plea e, help me.

Day 7.

$hi morning I woke up pewing ome #ile red&colored li uid. $he bed beganretracting immediately, forcing me to crawl down to the floor a I fini hed my bout. I

found a towel on the floor, near me. White, of cour e. I wiped my whole elf with it, for once thankful of my nakedne , and then placed it back into it container, no longer purewhite. It wa taken at once. $he hand that gra ped it wa hea#ily glo#ed, o I could nottell if it wa a man or woman. I hi#er, now, at the thought that I am alone, yet I am not,not really. I ha#e decided I will try to figure out who thi per on i , and why I am here. Ihope to get an wer to all my ue tion , really. It i time for leep, now. 0ood night, dear reader.

Day 8.

Yet another trange thing happened a I lept. I dreamt of a word. ! ingle word,o#er and o#er and o#er again, in the color of yellow. I do not under tand the meaning of it, and I wa wondering if you would% It i a trange word, indeed.

-top./

-top what% -top my writing% (ut, ala , I cannot, a thi i what eem to be keeping meane now. I feel a twitch in my finger if I am not writing, or at lea t holding the pen. -o


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it cannot mean to top writing. . . !h, plea e help me. It would be of a great comfort. Iimagine you are #ery kind, ye %

! pill ha "u t been placed through the tray. *aybe that i what my trange dream meant,to top taking thi pill% (ut if I top, I would urely die. I death o bad, though% I black

better than white% I ha#e o many ue tion . *y head i whirling. *aybe I hould toptaking the pill, "u t to ee what would happen to me. . .

$hank you, kind reader. I like being able write thing out to you. *y thought clear upmuch nicer, now. It not "u t a "umble of cra y in my head. 2ot anymore.

3ay 4.

I can hear mu ic, again. If I mo#e clo e to the tray, then it ound clearer. Itound like. . .oh, what i that in trument called% I remember a hiny gold e5terior. . .I

can hardly remember anything of human life. It a wonder I can till write. Perhap , if Ie#er get out of here, I will remember. Wa my life good, or did I li#e a criminal life% Ithat why I am in here% ! pri on% *aybe. -o, o many ue tion left unan wered.

3ay 4, e#ening.

! trumpet. $hat i the in trument I had forgotten.

I am itting on the bed, a it ha come out, but I cannot leep. I am troubled by mymemory, to be hone t. I can capture a wi p of green field , of tall building , of a beautifulyellow hou e. (ut I cannot remember if any of the e place wa what I called home./Will I e#er go back home% +r i thi my home now% 3ear reader. . .I want to know whereyou would li#e. In a fancy home, I uppo e. +r maybe a impler one% What are tho e

building with the many pace in ide. . .ah, apartment . $ho e are lo#ely, too.

What fun thi i , imagining you and your life. How capti#atingly fa cinating. I think Ihall get ome leep now. 0ood night, my friend.

3ay 16.

I woke up rather tired. $he pill are all lined up in a row ne5t to the tray. I long for one, but I mu t re i t. When the ne5t pill i pu hed in, I will grab the hand and beg for an wer . Wi h me luck.

I got in trouble. +h, no. $he light ha#e all turned off. It i pitch black, and I can hear myheart pounding to the beat of the wailing iren all around me. *y head i pounding, too.


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3ay 11.

$he light turned on, and the iren topped, mercifully, a the bed came out.!lthough I am alone in here, the dark frightened me. $he light ha#e ne#er turned out

before7 all I ha#e known in here wa the tarch white. I will beha#e now.

When I awoke, there wa only one pill on the floor. I wa tar#ing, o I got on my kneeand ate it. !lready, I am feeling much better. What in the world i in the e pill % !ndwhat doe normal food ta te like% 3oe it ha#e different ta te % I. . .I cannot remember.

3ay 18.

-oon. You will get your an wer oon. Plea e be patient. When the blue pillcome thrice, bang on the tray four time . !ll will be well, then./

$hi i the note I recei#ed thi morning. (lue pill% I ha#e not gotten a blue pill before.-trange.

3ay 19.

$hree blue pill came. I took them, and banged on the tray, four time . !nd then black, once more, a I fainted. I woke multiple time . +nce, I wa not in my room, I wain ome other one, trapped to a long table. I can feel the car on my throat e#ery time I

wallow. *y #oice i gone.

Im not too ure on the date, either. I "u t feel like four day ha#e pa ed ince I la twrote. I am o confu ed) Help me, friend) I need you))

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