Subject 09
Donte Salazar GRESHAM HIGH SCHOOL
WITS WRITER: SERENA CRAWFORD
My room is quiet, but every now and then the quiet is interrupted by the dripping of my faucet, causing me to snap back out of my daydreams and bringing me back to the reality: the reality that I will never be able to get out of this cell. Unable to see anything in this facility, not able to freely walk its floors without a guard and his sidearm lingering behind my back. The only thing that has ever given me comfort is the fact that I haven’t killed myself yet. Shhh don’t think about that, just do your push-ups. Doing push-ups helps me clear my mind, keeps my head out of the clouds and keeps it preoccupied. The sound of boots clacked in the distance, getting louder as they approached my room door, and slowly came to a stop. I heard the metallic jingle of keys followed by the grinding and clacking of metal on each other. “Come on, it’s time to eat” said the man. He was all suited in a neat and clean army suit. “Fix your bed in two minutes pronto or no food!” He yelled when he talked, making him more intimidating than he already was. He stood nearly seven feet tall and was in good healthy shape. As I ran through the facility, my drill sergeant was yelling orders into my ear. Every morning was like this, instead of just getting our morning rations we had to work for them. Every morning was a battle of the fittest, if you didn’t get through the morning you couldn’t eat. That’s just how it worked inside these walls. There are various areas throughout the facility that show it’s age, plants are one of the most welcomed guests and are treated with care by the scientists. Despite everything in the facility being indoors they manage to have
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