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Breathing Box

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"do we have to breath by the box, Sammie?" Rona said, her three eyes trained on me.

I smiled, I think that was an answer enough. It wasn't to Rona.

She tugged on my leg, I sighed.

"It's because we have to, because mother ship has said so" I said, chewing on the little plastic that was always so close to the flaps of the box, it always tasted sweet.

"Yeah, I know, dummy. But why did mother ship say so?" I chuckled and sat down to her height. She was so little.

"I don't know, why don't you go ask mother ship?" She nodded and smiled: I could see all of her sharp little teeth.

I stood up and dusted off the small particles of blue that were on my white dress, they say that the dresses make mothership happy-something to do with tradition.

I inhaled, everything tasted sweet.

The men in black entered from the doors, I waved at them, they didn't wave back. I think they are just jealous that I'm so close to mothership, I don't say a word as they nod at me to follow them. I followed them without question, I once had asked why they were taking me there, I was very foolish back then. I now am wiser, at least wise enough not to question them.

I follow them through the doors, the plastic flaps that stick from the sides still taste a bit too sweet for my taste. I don't care though, I keep on walking. The men in black are in front of me.

I enter on the first door I see, it's always on the far right in the left corridor, the men black leave me at the door, they're always different each time. I don't know why.

I enter, and I smile in bliss. The woman with red lips sits on the chair. She looks so unconditional; universal.

She tells me to sit, I do. Her lips move, she smiles at me, she takes my hand, she rubs her hand on mine, it leaves red marks on my hand. I look somewhere else, I don't want to cry in front of her.

"Hello, Professor Sam."

I scream, I am still foolish. The damned box drops on the table with a thud. I scream in agony, why did I think? Why did I breath? Why did I give Rona a chance to escape?

Why was I human? Why was I so god damn foolish?

Her hands are dripped in bright blue blood, she drinks it with her red lips and sighs. Everything goes dark.


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