Once more she sat alone, for what felt like the billenth time, almost all the lights off but for the two that rested over the desk on the other side of the room from where she rested. And even still it wasn’t enough to really make this place feel better. She didn’t know her home, she had never seen it or smelt it or anything, but her Mommy told her stories. Stories about all the other people, the snowy white fields and the light of the sun. It sounded so nice….. But this building was the only place she knew, her whole life she had beens stuck in here. She wasn’t very old, just about five now but she still knew that she shouldn’t be stuck in this stupid place. And yet here she was, sitting up agenst the glass with her legs tucked up under her. The white ‘dress’ that she had on was the same as her mother’s and hung down to her knees, her brown hair was free at the moment and flowed down just below her shoulders. And the jade green eyes that should have been full of life simply looked down to the cold hard ground below her with a few tears and the best emotionless look she could give at her age.

Her mother had been gone for a long time now, and she was lonely and getting tired. She couldn’t ever sleep though, not without her Mom. She was to scared to, because any time she closed her eyes when she wasn’t here she had nightmares and it seemed like whenever she would wake up it was her ‘turn’ to get blood drawn or something else strange. She hated all of it. She hated the man the most, his voice was always’s the one the monster’s would have in her dreams, and it was always’s the one the would scare her out of it to. He would sit over at his desk and talk to himself, muttering weird things and writing down notes and such. He would let her and her Mother spend a lot of time together at night, but during most day’s he would pull them apart. She could almost feel the sting of the dark silver needle as it peirced though her pale skin. The thought made her shiver and her shoulders start to quake once more. She didn’t want to be here anymore.

But then her thoughts drifted to her Mother’s shoothing voice and wharm touch as she would always’s hold her close. She would tell her stories, stories about the old times before this life, and of the people who lived before. They could talk with the planet, and helped out other’s and lived a wonderful life. Of the animal’s outside of here, the soft grass and the bright blue sky. And of flower’s. That was one of her favorite things, flower’s. She had never seen one, but she wanted to when she did get out of here. She wasnted to see, feel and touch one. And maybe to even grow some of her own. She couldn’t wait for that day, when she could at last do any of those things and maybe even more. Her mother had told her that one day she could would be able to hear and understand the planet, and that she would be able to now but they were so far away from the earth and that she had been here for her whole life, but she knew she would be able to because she herself could.  

She could hear a lot of different thing’s though, most time’s it was just really sofft wisper’s, or just a strange feeling. But she didn’t know if that had anything to do with it. She guessed not most of the time. There were always’s people wondering out in the hallway outside of this room, and they paid no notice to her inside so chances were that it was those people who she heard. The noises and the voices.

But one sound did cause her to look up, a scared look crossing her face as she feared of who it would it. Would it be the man back to get her? She prayed so hard not. She didn’t want to go anywhere.

The door started to slide open, the young girl pushed herself up agenst the glass, in a way hoping to hide from whoever was entering. All she could see was a shadow though, and it didn’t look anything like the man’s…. It looked closer to her own size. The door closed and once more the only light was from the desk area, she wondered if the person could see her. They must have, because the form walked closer, she couldn’t make out anything though. But still, a new round of tear’s filled her eyes from the fear.

“I wont hurt you.” A soft young boy’s called. His emerald eyes glowed softly and lit up his face as he stepped closer.