h2>Dating : A Prisoners Confessions
For anyone who likes creepy, weird, untamed short stories, I wrote one.
Confessions.
Weird, isn’t it. Life.
You don’t realize how much you’ll miss it until it’s gone.
And once it’s gone, you don’t stick around to realize how much you’ll miss it.
That was my mistake.
Introductions
My mom always said that your name defines who you are. It’s one of the only things They can’t take away from you.
She was wrong.
You can call me Six. It’s the closest thing to a name They let me have.
But They would prefer you to call me 610RY.
610RY
Other girls my age used to huddle around the computers, typing in their names, and seeing the secret meanings and origins from where they came from.
Olivia. Her name was a symbol of peace. I was jealous of her name. They let her keep it. She was special until she wasn’t. Then she was taken away by Them. We heard the scream.
And that was that.
The origins of my name, however, are pathetic.
Trust me.
Your cell number, age of registration, and the first initials of your two Bearers.
610RY
Questions
Don’t ask them.
Ever.
Unless you want to have kerosene poured inside you and a match thrown down your throat.
Then, by all means.
Ask away.
My fellow neighbors
I’m sorry.
My mission
Failed.
I failed.
I failed my mission.
Staying alive
It’s important.
If we die, then They can’t use us. And They need us. They won’t admit it, but they do.
They need us.
Our job
Stay alive. Follow orders.
Don’t.
Ask.
Questions.
Ever.
That’s the most important rule.
I wish I could give you answers. To your questions. I know you have them. I did too.
I still do.
But I can’t give you answers because I never asked the questions.
So I guess we both won’t have answers.
Guilt
I live with it.
Always.
It doesn’t leave.
My story
I am like everyone else, and yet so different.
What makes you normal?
Your house? Your clothes? What you eat? Who your parents are?
They always tell us that we are outcasts. That no one wanted us.
That is a lie.
They wanted us.
My gift
It is a secret. It is so secret, that I barely know what it is.
But I know it’s there.
I can feel it.
It’s why They wanted us.
And why no one else does.
Harvest
The one day of the month when there is no silence.
You can hear the screaming. There is no surgery. No gas to put them out of their misery. They dig right into their skull, making noises too awful to describe. They always get what they want.
The brain.
Them
They-without-names came a long time ago.
No one noticed.
That was our mistake.
Boredom
Almost worse than Harvest day.
Almost.
Friends
I do miss them.
I have friends here.
They trusted me.
They shouldn’t have.
The invasion
It came quickly.
No one knew it was coming.
And when it did we pretended it wasn’t.
That was our mistake.
My past
It’s complicated.
I was a pilot.
I was a wonderful pilot.
I was the best pilot.
My future
Ha.
I have no future.
Everyone knows
You don’t come out of this place.
Ever.
Why they need us
It’s ironic, really.
They came to Earth knowing that they needed brains to have a conscious way of thinking.
And yet, coming to Earth, knowing that they needed brains…..knowing that they needed them for conscious decisions….was a conscious decision.
Huh.
Why we need them
They haven’t mentioned that part.
A plan
I have one.
When
Next harvest day.
When I hear the scream.
Waiting
That will be the hardest part.
But I’ll do it.
I promise.
