I've been locked up here for __ days, __ hours, __minutes, and __ seconds. My arms have been tied for so long, I feel as though I can hardly move them anymore. I've heard them talking, just outside my door, though I could hardly understand two words. I definately heard my name a few times, but I see it as trivial. They looks are a mystery to me, yet they each are distinct.
They say I'm crazy, but I know I'm not. I can think can't I? I can talk. But because they can't understand me, they think I'm babbling.
I sit in the middle of my padded cell and think to myself. I imagine the world beyond my room, it's about the best I'll get with these useless eyes of mine. "Space-blindness," they call it, lamen's term for being in space too long and looking out the window too much.
But everything is not a complete waste, with my sight gone, my other senses have become hightened. I can hear the rapid heartbeat of the doctor as he walks into my room. He fears me, why I'll never know, but he does all the same. Each day, his heart goes from 120 to 250 in half a minute. I laugh silently to myself when he leaves, it's been going on for so long, I've begun to enjoy his plight.
This day is different, however. The one entering my room has a new scent. The tiny clicks on the miniscule buttons connecting the cushions on my floor tell me it's Hekshanian, it's voice and smell tells me it's female. She says something to me in a strong and stern voice, but like the doctors, I have no idea what she said. She walks around to my back and undoes the straightjacket for me. I flex my arms and hands, feeling the blood flow return to them. She then throws some new clothes at me. I disrobe and put on my newest wardrobe.
She walks me to a ship, it's cold, but all ships are I guess. I hear a short echo off the walls as I walk beside her. Two other being walk towards me and the Hekshanian. The flutter of feathers tells me one is Animarin. The taps of multiple feet from one body tells me the other is Nikitak. they begin to speak with the Hekshanian. I can barely pick out a few words, and the ones I do don't clue me into anything. I just keep my head down and my nonfunctioning eyes closed.
Eventually I'm lead by the hand to my room by the Hekshanian. Her heartrate is slow and calm, this brings me a small amount of comfort, knowing she doesn't fear me. She guides me to my newest cell and I move to the opposite end of the room, lieing down on what I assume is a bed. I turn away from her and towards the wall. Just as she closes the door, I say thank you. A few minutes pass bay, and I realize I thanked her in French...fuck.
