I live inside a bubble. I don’t know how or why I live inside it, but I do. It’s all I know, and I’ve never seen the outside world. I float around inside my bubble, with my body slowly bobbing up and down. I tap the bubble, it’s hard and seems to tap back. The room has always been dark and devoid of almost anything. There has been some things that I have noticed. There is some sort of panel sticking out from the wall to my right, with a red flashing light. To my left is another panel that looks almost the exact same, but it has a green flashing light instead. I have also noticed over time that the walls have a polish, a glimmer I should say, to them. It’s like the walls have some sort of metallic covering on them. Additionally, I have noticed that the walls have a zig-zag pattern that repeats around the entire, circular room. I can barely fit inside the bubble anymore, as I am now 13 years old and have started to grow faster. I have to hang my head downward to stop it from hitting the hard barrier.

I have also noticed, through examinations, that the bubble isn’t in fact a circle, it is more of a cylinder shaped tube. I call it a bubble because I see air bubbles flying around it all the time. My hair has grown long and messy from so much time being in here. I have to sometimes pull at my hair to shorten it and keep it from getting too messy. My hair has also lost all of its waviness that it used to have, it’s too long now. I can see my reflection through the bubble, or tube if you will. My hair is outrageously long at this point, a and it hangs over my eyes irritatingly most of the time. My eyes have a greenish hue to them, and my skin is layered in dark freckles. My eyebrows are dark and untrimmed, overgrown, just like my hair. I have always wore a dark vest over myself, and I wear long, worn out jeans that are 7 inches too short on me. The vest has also shrunk on me as my arms lengthen. 

I have never gotten hungry before. Never in my 13 years of life have I ever been hungry. I’ve never dranken water, nor have I eaten food. I always have a dry, bitter taste in my mouth. Today, I feel like something will happen. I have this feeling in my gut. I will be freed today, I will be able to escape somehow. I’ve tried to escape myself, kicking the barrier of my bubble, but it just pushes back the same force I applied to it, but possibly even more force. Then I always grab my foot and cry, looking at how swollen it gets. Then I’ll pick my own fingernails and throw them into a pile that I’ve collected since the day I was born. 

There had always been a vivid memory I have. I remover it when I was just an infant. I was out of the bubble, but there were these creatures, something extraterrestrial raising me, nourishing me. They had these distinctly large eyes that were almost completely black, and they wore these large metal masks over their faces that looked uncomfortable. The creatures fit me into my vest; that at the time was almost 10x my size, and then fit me into pants, or rather jeans that were also way too big on me. Then they opened the bubble up through the 2 panels. One of the creatures held a button, while the other held the other button in the other panel. The bubble suddenly split into two pieces, opening up before my young self wandered inside out of curiosity. Then the bubble closed, and I was stuck in my bubble. That was what I assumed to be how I got in here. 

Every day I try a new method to escaping. Today I tried to push open the bubble by using all the strength I had in my arms. I pushed and stretched my arms till they hurt and ached with so much pain. Pain stinged across my arms, stretching to fill them both in the whole. I stopped trying after that. It was no use. I would never be getting out of here. 



Just me and my bubble…

Then, suddenly, a loud mechanical squeaking noise alerted me. I turned to face forward as a door slide open, moving upward, revealing the two creatures I had seen in my dreams. They didn’t speak, nor could I understand the strange humming noises they used to communicate with each other. They were just two pale white creatures, and they looked to be older and optically more wrinkled. They both moved over to the panels. The room was filled with a bright light, and my eyes couldn’t adjust. The bubble suddenly opened, and I was free. The two creatures spun around to me, now carrying new clothes. Now I could understand everything they said, and I realized that I was one of them. 

I always have been…