Memories. Things of which i know lots about, but have few of. As the years roll forward, the key of my life turns more. The fragments of my life so far drag together, forming a picture.
I'll start at the beginning. Or what I know of it.
I awoke, unsure of where i was or what time it was. I didn't know if i was alive or dead. In some ways, I wish i had died rather than have witnessed the pain and suffering our kind would be put through.
The room i awoke in was a dirty brown colour. It looked as though the ceiling was about to cave in above me, and the wallpaper was torn and burned in the corners. I was lieing on a broken matress, and felt the cool, rusty metal piercing and mauling the flesh of my back.
The sheet covering me could never have been washed, and was an earthy yellowish colour, as if through years of being used by a toddler. It was useless for warmth, as there was a gaping hole in the middle, as though it had been ripped with a knife. The harsh cold closed in, as if it were a common school bully pinning down a small child.
There was a broken sink in the opposite corner, with bare brickwork above it. The job had been done shoddily, and cement had overflowed out of the cracks like grey peanut butter from an overloaded sandwich. Rather than regular bricks, breezeblocks had been used. I guessed there had once been a window above it, but somebody had escaped.
Next to the sink, there was a toilet. However, the bowl had a crack in it, meaning that water had spilled to the bare floorboards beneath. Any trace of water had long since dried up, and the smell of damp hung close, thickening the air.
The only light came from a buzzing bulb above me, which flickered every few seconds. Over the years, dust had settled on it, casting odd shadows over the peeling wallpaper.
The wallpaper was textured, depicting a flowery scene which had stopped being pretty, and started being depressing. Blacks and browns had replaced the once colourful scene. Even the most beautiful things one day will wither and die.
The floor had been carpeted with a thick layer of dust. Underneath lay the bare floorboards of which many had tread before me.
My pulse quickened as I heard voices outside my room. Two men came through in gas masks, closing the door behind them.
The world turned a shade of black and crimson. My final thought before I blacked out was that I would never see the light of day again. Not now that they had come for me.