Creative Content Writing (First chapter of novel working on)

Wilt away with me...

Time is hard to track, at least for Winter at the moment. All she could see were the plastered walls. Strapped upon a table, tilted upwards enough for her to see the door. She barely could move a limb. Her bones were stiff. She could tap her fingers against the cold medal, and wiggle her toes. Even though this, it didn’t matter. She felt like if she moved at all, it would just intensify the aches from her body. The locking of joints that she wish she could just crack. She somewhat wondered if this is what those with physical ailments felt regularly, except the part of impending death coming upon her at any second. Though she knew that wasn’t a realistic scenario. The one that put her here, Emily, would let her rot like a flower. Preserving it, but leaving it trapped in an area it would never thrive in. Emily would still give the flower treatment when it started to wilt. She would savor the flower until it withered into the soil of the ground it was planted on.

Though, despite not having a reliable source, Winter still had hope. She knew hope could only get her so far. There was only one person that could possibly save her, Nathaniel. Did he even care about her anymore?

Nathaniel knew a little bit about her job, though Winter was not allowed to tell him the whole story. She already felt that her job had put a divide in their relationship. Never mind the fact that she couldn’t find it within herself to love her own damn kids.

He tried to help, but nothing worked. He had tried to take them to the park. He tried to give her consolidation with the kids. Her own time. Get her to do projects. Yet, despite how much bonding she did with them, she couldn’t get herself to actually love them. No where close to the amount she loved Nathaniel. She cared somewhere, but also if they were not in her life she would not be strapped to a table right now. She wouldn’t be enduring this pain.

Through out the time there, she had water pumped into her veins. She had nutrient injected into her stomach. She didn’t feel hungry. But she smelt the dried piss, and rotten onion she was starting to grow accustom to coming off her body. They never came in and gave her the opportunity to use the bathroom, so she had ended up pissing herself many times. The warm spot, that quickly turned cold would dry. Dry and heavy, and just to happen again, until they felt like changing her clothes.

She didn’t know how long she was on this table. It must at-least of been a few days ago. She was forced to lay there with nothing but her mind to attend her, not even a clock. She did know the horrific events that lead up to this.

The day before she was in this room, in the middle of her shift Emily pulled her to the side. “I have a new project for you to work on.”

The excitement and fear coursed through Winter’s veins. Some of the projects she had been assigned to were great. Some of them were not so great. She followed Emily down the hallway, and to the entrance of a room, looking over the glass screens of another room.

“I have changed your code in the program to give you access to over here.” Emily announced as they entered the room.

The second Winter walked in, her mouth dropped. She felt like the bones in her body were going to collapse. She went up to the glass touching it, and stared at the subjects on the table. They were subjects.

The two girls she never got herself to love, Lily and Blossom. Their faces’ identical shining through the glass, both of them dead asleep. For a moment Winter lost her voice. She didn’t even feel an urge to fight, instead the dread that they were gone.

“What the hell?”

Emily sighed. “You know twins, especially monozygostic make great opportunities to do mimic experiments. Here we have the best way to see our results with little to no outside variables.”

Winter nodded, she had been devoted to her work, and knew this fact very well. “Emily those are my kids. What the actual hell? You couldn’t go find some random persons kids to use?”

Emily paused for a second, for what seemed to be thinking of the question. Her eyes watching Winter closely. She stepped forward, putting her hand on Winter’s shoulder. “I- I am doing you a favor whether you realize it or not. Think of it this way, you stressed so much about your kids, it hinders the amazing work that you could be doing for society. It is a worry I took off your plate, and hopefully soon enough, off your mind. Remember when I said, we all had to make sacrifices for the greater good of society?” She took her eyes off the glass and looked at Emily. “You took my kids…”

“I sacrificed my kids too, Hun. It is how this life works.” Emily responded, tilting her head. “You also said that you were having a hard time bonding with them. Don’t you think it’s for the best?”

Winter looked back at the glass and back at Emily. She knew she had to remain professional. She knew how she should feel, but part of her felt nothing.

The stem of the flower had been starved, and tilting downwards for a while. Now it felt like the roots have been ripped apart. The flower is still alive, but the flower is not driven on a comfortable plain. Instead, shredded into a direction where it could barely see the other points.

Yet, Winter saw one clear enough to recognize. “What about Nathaniel? They are his kids too!”

Emily raised her eyebrows at Winter, thinking about how this was going a lot better than she thought it would. “That is where your project comes in. You can’t think I am crazy enough to have you work on your own kids. You can visit them, so it really wont be that bad, and it is not going to affect your check if you do. But I need you to handle that. Remember the contract?”

Winter nodded, though afterwards she shook her head. “He’s going to hate me! You can’t force me to leave him.”

Emily shook her head. “Absolutely not. You can not leave him, you need to make sure that he doesn’t do anything stupid. Imagine the horrors if he called the cops! He is too close to the operation. He would tell them too much and that would be completely detrimental to us. The contract says you have to protect our organization at any costs, and this is one of those dire situations.”

And suddenly the rocks were thrown on the soil of the plant, weighing it down to the ground.

The girl looked down, closing her eyes slightly, here voice solomn. “But how?”

Emily shrugged, giving a few suggestions for ideas and told her she was smart enough to figure it out, told her to hurry home before the situation got out of hand.

It was only now Winter realized that there was no before the situation had gotten out of hand. Everything she did at her job had gotten out of hand. Yet, she was an obedient servant and went home that day and did as Emily said. Though, her loyalty was cut in half. What did the flower need more of, the sun or the water? She chose an option, but ran for the other one after.

When she first woke up in the barren room at first. she was thrashing her body in its full opacity against the fabric restraints. Pushing herself the centimeters, if that in-between trying to escape. It got her no where and moments later a team would come in. A needle stuck into her skin, and the lights in her eyes would go black.

Each time she woke up from it, she felt weaker and weaker. She should of known that she didn’t stand a chance. It was a system that she had helped perfect.

Through out the time passing, Winter remained still now. She laid in silence and let her mind run rampend. She wanted to see her torture. She didn’t want to close her eyes ever, she deserved this. She didn’t deserve this. She was set up. A string of contradictions. She didn’t want to sleep, because sleep meant that she would be waking up to every dying moment. All she saw were white walls, and the demons she brought into creation. In her minds eye it all played through. Nothing was simple. Nothing was clear.

The more the thoughts went, the more she fought the watering in her eyes that felt like they were going to rupture. How much longer could she keep it all in. They had seen her beg, and her screams, but that was different then letting them see her shed tears. She still had some dignity and it still meant something to her.

They may of seen her lose, but crying would be the ultimate sign that they broke her. She had to hold it in. It would be so relieving if she could cry, just let it out, but she couldn’t give them that salvation.

She knew she was being watched, and if they saw tears falling from her eyes, Emily would know immediately. Emily would probably smile in joy, a smile that Winter had wished months that she could mutilate into nothingness. The one that Winter wanted to surgical remove and cripple so it would match her personality. Take down the mask that Emily wears so she would no longer look like a perfect business person. Where no one would believe her act of improving the medical field. Winter wished she could plague her face so everyone would see Emily for her psychotic self.

Was that even a strong enough word to describe her? Yet, Winter couldn’t think of another word to describe this viscous monster.

Her kids. Her twins. They were dead. She hated Emily. It was not her fault, it was Emily’s. Every single bit of it. If she knew Emily would destroy every piece of her life, she would of never shared any of it. She would of never took the job.

Her twins… Why did she not feel anything then? Guess that is the funny thing about feelings. They only come when you don’t have anything else to fill your head with. She loved Nathaniel. She might have been able to love her kids more if she was actually able to focus on something other than work. Other than the hell she was put through here, even on her days off.

Her relationship, and her life wouldn’t be destroyed. Destroying a smile wasn’t enough. Winter wanted to strangle her. No, a slow torturous death. If Nathaniel called the cops would she be in a jail cell. It sure beat the table, but it wasn’t a thrilling aspect to look into the future.

‘No tears’ She told thought to herself. ‘No, more.

She thought she found the perfect opportunity when she got this job. One that she could shortcut her way out of college and the time that would take. More like the perfect road to hell.

Stop. Thoughts stop. Please stop…