Cold tin roof
Ray looked down at the cold roof, he used his hand to touch the metal, the friction of cold against his warm, tender hand was the only thing keeping him awake. He counted bolts in the metal, he tried to figure out what types of metal the roof was made of. Staying awake wasn’t easy, but counting numbers was, being five wasn’t easy, but counting to five was.
1 2…1 2…
Ray tapped the roof, fingers making a pleasant noise for him to hear.
Tap tap,tap…tap tap,tap
A subtle drum on the roof, and about 2000 bolts on the roof. A full moon shone down on a boy who just counted his days away. Ray looked up again, he counted the bolts in the roof, and he could count the stars.
1 2…1 2…
Tapping the roof, making a noise, counting the stars, to a boy so small this was the world. A winter night, a full moon, and stars that spoke tiny words, stars that could be counted.
1 2…1 2… 1 2…1 2…
How tiny am I to the world?
He thought, was he too small for the world to know? Would be a boy who counts stars without a hand to hold? Would he be something else, could he? He just counts unknowing of what the world could be with him around. He stopped tapping, waiting for sleep to overtake him as he counted.
+ Amy’s chapter
“You know, I wish you weren’t so curious.”
Ray was always strange, even compared to his peers, human or not. He was always small, too small, or maybe everything is too big. He was quiet and he snuck around when people couldn’t see him.
Ray stared up at the roof, he counted the plates that he could see.
1 2… 1 2…
The sun went down, and even as the light went low, he counted. He laid down on the floor, letting curly blonde hair fall beside him. Ray waited, counting the plates and counting down the seconds until someone called for him. Maybe someone with a chirping voice, or a quiet, eerie voice, there were many voices in this place.
“How long will it be until they say my name?”
He wondered, he looked over at the door, so far away it felt. It was taller than him,
everything is taller than me,
it loomed over his room, it was cold and gray,
what wasn’t cold and gray?
He stared at the door, bored with counting plates and seconds away, he waited for the door to creak, a thump to the door, something to let him know that he could go out. After they took away his window he wasn’t able to see his beautiful star-filled night. He could only see small cracks of sunlight.
“I want to hear the stars, I want to see people walk by. I want to be -
CREAK
Ray paused his thoughts, sat up, he cleaned up his sweater, wiping the dust that settled on it. He fluffed his hair to cover his face, he grabbed his notebook and his pencil. Standing up, he got close to the door, listening to the voice on the other side.
“Hey Ray-ray, do you want to come out now?”
The voice was filled with anger, but not to him, but to the world. She always sounded like that. Writing an answer, he opened the door to answer. A yes written in gray, a color Ray was too used to. A silent agreement as he felt a large hand grab his book. A tug and he stumbles out of the room.
“Atta boy, now let’s eat,” said the girl. She was always ready to go from one thing to another; she never stopped moving about, and her tainted silver pigtails were always messy due to her habits. Starting to write his question, he heard her answer,
“It’s 7 pm I think, now come ooon, I’m starving!”
She chirped, anger edging closer, she’s getting worse by the day. Ray didn’t question her, he just followed, as he always did. She led the group, he followed her orders. It was easy to do, and Ray enjoyed things it was easy to do.
He counted the cameras on the walls.
5…10…5…10
No matter where he looked, they seemed everywhere, maybe he was miscounting. Wandering the halls with his acquaintance was proving to him that no matter what or how he was being watched.
“You know Ray, I wish you weren’t so curious. You seem to know everything about this place, I wish you could just stop.”
Turning, Ray paused, he wrote quickly, her words sounded dense to him. How could someone be so confused? He spaced it out, she needed to understand,
A m y, w e n e e d t o k n o w e v e r y t h I n g t o l e a v e.
She never looked back though, Amy was more distracted with food, or the next task. She always paid attention to what was in front of her, so she never noticed anything behind her. Ray wished she could notice that he was worried, he wanted someone to answer, and he wanted her to answer. He wanted to be noticed.
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