wonderland

You were only six. Six years of joy, six years of peace, six years of friends, six years of love and worth six years of an decent life. Only loneliness, pain, suffering, and confinement greets you. You drown in your thoughts, days are a blur and you've lost hope waiting for a hero that will never come and it hurts it never has stopped hurting but its numb now, more bearable to know this is it. This is what the world has made your purpose. Its experiment day, the only day you get to leave your room. Walking through white corridors, unable to talk, move, breathe without proper consent, you're forced down to an table, with ladders strapped over your body and only an dose of anesthesia to keep the pain away. Once it was over they dump you off back in your room to heal and you whistle the song you heard when you were little as the only comfort you have. Only one thing to break the cycle as the alarms blare. You assume it was just an newbie trying to break out again but the following explosion said otherwise as authorities voices storm through the rooms rushing through the baraccade of scientists and restraining team. Was this real? Were the heroes really here to save us? You wonder as your own door bursts open and you see a kid your own age reach an hand out to you yelling something you don't process as they take you in their arms. Too weak to protest and no voice to complain. (forced mute)