Reawakening

You wake up in a medium sized room, empty of everything, with a barred window letting in only the smallest light. There's a door with a small, square window reaching out to a long hallway. There's a little rectangular light which is turned on so your bed is illuminated enough for someone to see you through the peephole as you sleep.

You're alone. You're abandoned. You've been betrayed.

A women rushes in at four in the morning, waking you from your bed without knocking.

Where are you, you wonder. It feels like a hospital mixed with a concentration camp. It feels like an elementary school with plastered walls, a cabinet, and white tile, as the grown up special ed department screams in the background. You see one man who might hurt you. You see another man who is drooling and walking around with only his underwear on. 

You are alone.

You are so very alone.

You have been abandoned.

She rushes into your room, she ties you up to a machine. You hold back emotion. You hold back words. She puts a needle into your arm and injects you with something.

"What time is it?"

"It's 4 in the morning," she says.

She walks out. You sit in your empty room. Scared and alone. Betrayed and abandoned. Helplessly locked in. You stare out of your door, you see a man drooling. You stare the other direction, a man looks at you like food. You sit on your bed. Am I safe to sleep? You think.

How addicted to meat are these humans?

You hear a scream. You think.

You wonder what makes that man drool. You regain a complacent understanding with yourself to deny every medication.

Am I safe to sleep? You think. You remain quiet. You wait.

What will they say when I turn down the meat? You wonder about the drool. 

I watch as a man from another country walks by.

Imagine if he told you...