Here I am, alone in my little five by five cell. I went from being the most painfully normal seventeen year old in the world to the world’s most observed human lab rat. The room I’m in is just small enough that I can’t stretch out. It’s probably a test. Everything is a test. The way I eat or don’t eat the trays of food that come through the slot in the wall three times a day, the way I comb or don’t comb my straggly hair, the way I hum the same few songs over and over—its all part of the test.
I signed up for this experiment as a way to pay for college. One month’s work would put me through all four years. Tuition and textbooks. Those attractive doctors made the whole experiment sound like a vacation. But now, fourteen days in, or was it twelve, or was it twenty, or was it nine… I don’t know if I’m going to make it. The worst part is, I’m not locked in. I could leave this little room at any time, walk out with my sanity intact and receive a big fat nothing for my paycheck. But I won’t cave, not when I’m this close to making it.
I keep thinking back to the doctors. Who are they really? I remember the first time we talked, the way they made me feel like I would be saving the world.
“It’s a great opportunity,” they said “We’re trying to save the world from