It was only after the linoleum was soaked in my blood and scattered bones that he appeared to me.
In an empty white room with one door, locked from the outside with one twin-sized pad and a camera that may not
have ever been there. I think I deserved it I think I deserved it. I had never been so alone. I didn't sleep those nights.
There was no window. If there was, I might have known the hour. They tried to feed me and I prolonged my confinement
by tossing their food at the wall. It must've been around 5 AM when I met the Blue Boy. "Look at this," I told him. "Look at my bleeding foot."
"Look at what they've done. Look at what I've done. Please, unlock this door so I can be a human again." He said nothing. He stood
just outside the door and he didn't laugh at me. I was tired of being laughed at. I was tired of being alone.
I was closer to a fish in a glass bowl than a person with two legs. Still, I couldn't breathe underwater.