The door is locked, but I found a cupboard which had clean clothes in it (underpants, grey tights/pants and a loose white smock). Other than that, there was only a whitestone shelf before the window and a chair before it which makes me think it’s meant to be a narrow table. I tried knocking on the door, but not in a frantic I’m-panicky-and-bothersome way, and searched about, but there was nothing to do except stare out the window. At least my eyes have decided to stop being blurry.
No greenery visible. I can’t guess why these people all live mounded up here when there’s acre upon acre of lake and forest left to some cats. I keep trying to spot anything which will show me that it’s definitely the same planet. But there’s nothing but whitestone buildings and water, and it’s too cloudy to see sun or moon. Quite a lot of futuristic air traffic. I bounced up and down for a while, thinking that maybe the gravity was a fraction less, but if there’s a difference it’s subtle enough to be dismissed as imagination.
None of my belongings were with me, not even my watch, so I don’t know how long I sat around, but finally a man showed up with a tray of food. He was wearing the same sort of uniform as the rest, but in shades of purple and violet, and was the first person who acted like I was interesting rather than a little problem which had to be tidied away. He gawked at me, in other words, and asked a bunch of questions I had no way of understanding or answering, all in the time it took him to cross and put the tray on the table. One of the greensuits was waiting outside, or I expect he would have stayed and gawked some more. I felt like I was one of those kids found raised by wolves or something.
I dove on the food as soon as the door closed. There were two slices of warm yellow cakey stuff. Not sweet. Some kind of heavy bread? Fruit in jelly where all of the fruit pieces were like butterfly-shaped grapes. A stack of vegetables in sticks – green and white and yellow sticks, all apparently growing naturally to the thickness and length of my little finger. The yellow ones tasted like carrot trying to be celery, the white was zingy and the green very salty. I spent ages on the last of the grapes, trying to work out if grapes would really naturally grow to look so much like butterflies. They tasted like vanilla apples with grape texture.
The way I shovelled all this down my throat, you’d never guess I once wouldn’t eat anything other than chips and gravy for dinner. I didn’t grow out of that till I was in high school and still occasionally annoy Mum with things I’d refuse to even try. But when you’ve spent a good half hour pondering whether to eat the wormy bits of your red pears for the protein – and even tried a bite – then no-one gets to call you fussy any more.
After an age the pinksuited person came back and took the tray, and the greensuit gave me my backpack, so now I have this diary again and my watch and everything. Even my clothes, clean but very battered. And next?
Unobservant
After hours stuck in this room I finally realised that the cupboard wasn’t the only internal door. I probably wouldn’t have even worked out the cupboard if it hadn’t been left slightly open. When it’s shut, there’s just a bit of a dint and if you push the dint the door moves in then slides into the wall. So eventually I spotted another dint, over near the more obvious door to the hall. And it was a door and I have my own bathroom.
Then, after the world’s longest shower, I was sorting through my things and I found they’d somehow recharged my mobile. Even though I’d kept it off almost all the time, the battery had run down after a couple of weeks. I immediately played all my song ring tones, over and over. Five whole songs, and a few partial songs. That made me cry.
And now I have games! No mobile signal whatsoever, which isn’t a surprise, but trivial entertainment for the win!
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Two greensuits came and escorted me to two greysuits: the same woman and a younger man. I think I’m in some sort of security wing of a military hospital. Everyone’s in uniform.
The headache from that injection is worse, and wasn’t helped by more poking and prodding and taking blood samples and putting me in odd machines. It was very tedious, interesting only because I couldn’t see any way they were controlling all but a few obvious devices.
I tried pantomiming that my head hurt and that I would like some Aspro thank you very much, but though they seemed to understand, they just looked sorry and shook their heads. I’m guessing shaking your head means no here. It’s hard to describe how my head feels – like a blocked sinus, but above my left eye. It’s started to make my sight go all grey with wormy wiggles. I may be having a bad reaction to whatever they were immunising me against, but they didn’t seem at all surprised or worried during my exam.
I’m going to have to lie down.
Tuesday, December 18
Skullburster?
I spent the day curled in the bed, being a complete sook about this headache, and not at all friendly when the greysuits came to check on me. I totally feel like a lab rat. I’m sure they’ve got cameras in here. I can’t even turn out the lights. No switches.
It feels like the front-left of my head is pushing out from the inside. Having showers helps a little, or maybe I’m just feeling the need to make up for lost time. The soap is liquid and very spicy-scented. When I’m not showering I’m peering in the mirror in the bathroom. My left eye looks really bloodshot, but not swollen. And I look horrible. I always thought it would be nice to be really thin, but I’m haggard. I had no idea I looked this bad. It’s only been a month.
Outside is all storms, the lightning strange and unreal because the thunder is blocked out. The water looks very black and mountainous and I’m glad I’m not in it, but I’m starting to wish I wasn’t here. I just can’t figure these people out. They weren’t at all surprised to find me in that town, though it’s obvious none of them recognised my English. One of the shots they gave me seems to have helped bunches in clearing the last of that super-cold away, and they’ve fed and clothed me and put me in a room. And injected me with something which I can’t believe was just an immunisation. Do they find so many random people from other planets that it’s normal to use them as test subjects? They’re not even trying to figure out a way to communicate with me.
If my head hurt less I’d have the energy to be scared.
Wednesday, December 19
A Vision of Walls
My eyes are going strange again. Not blurriness on random objects this time, but lines. Symbols. It’s like I’m seeing an outline of this room overlaid over the room itself, with squiggles in odd spots. I don’t know whether to be worried about seeing things, or if there might be some kind of hologram being projected into the room.
My head no longer feels like it’s going to explode, though it still aches a fair bit.
Dotty
My headache is more or less gone, but now I have a dot. A green dot.
As hallucinations go, this is an unwavering one. It looks like a piece from a game of checkers, floating at eye height. I can’t touch it, and it doesn’t seem to cast a shadow. It’s been there at least ten minutes.