The Little Dark Room
I can hear them coming. I can hear them whispering and I can certainly hear them crying out loud. Sometimes they are alone. When they are alone they cry more. If it is two or three or more of them they whisper or make no sound at all. They know I am here, trapped in this little dark room of mine but they do nothing.
They don't try to hurt me and they don't try to save me. Just nothing. I don't know if it is night or day now, but I have a theory. Sometimes I hear them whistling and when they are whistling I feel like it is night time. My room is always dark, no lights, no doors, no windows. I got used to it since I am here for years now. At first it was scarier. I felt alone, abandoned. Now I feel nothing at all.
Two of them are getting closer. I can hear them. I can feel them. They never got this close before. "Hrrrsscchh... Hrrrsscch..." They are doing something just inches away from my room. I am not familiar with this strange sound. "Tock!" They hit my room's wall. The sound echoed hurting my ears. What are they doing? Leave me alone...
They lifted the ceiling above my head. How? Darkness disappeared and now it is so bright that I can not see anything. I can hear them very clearly now.
- So this is the boy got shot five years ago?
- Yeah... Look at him, all bones now. I don't know how they will manage another autopsy.
- Not our business. The district attorney wants it done.
"The boy who got shot five years ago" that's what they said. I remember now. I was playing at the park, than I was not.