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a story - a statement

The room was lit in red light for as long as I have been held captive. I don't know for how long have I been kept in confinement and for what reasons. I am only a courier despatch guy. Your regular guy on the street trying to make a living. I have no criminal records, I don't smoke and I don't do drugs. I only drink some beers on friday nights with Pete and his crazy friends. But I swear to God that I don't do any of the crazy stuff myself. I am as clean as a baby's bottom.

One day after delivering the final parcel, I was driving the van back to the headquarters. I was on the freeway and I heard a buzzing sound that seemed to be coming from above me. However it was impossible because there was absolutely nothing above me that could cause such sound effects. I thought there was something wrong with the engine. It was about 6.30pm and I noticed that it was pretty dark for that time of the day. Maybe a major storm was hitting. So I drove faster because it was going to be nasty getting caught in a storm.

The buzzing sound grew louder and it started to irritate my ears. Looking at the gloomy sky I hessitated for a while if I should pull over. The entire atmosphere was eerie. I looked at the side mirror and saw that no other vehicles were in sight. But the damn buzzing was breaking my eardrums. Left with no choice I pulled over.

I switched off the car engine but the buzzing sound remainded audible. This time I was certain that the sound came from right above my head. It was like a symphony of millions of bees.

Slowly I opened the car door and walked out to an abandoned road. I felt at that time as I do now to be the only person alive. I looked up at the roof of the van and that was when I saw "it" for the first time. I don't know if it was a man or a woman. I didn't know if it was human. What in the name of God would have created a thing like that? Leaping off the roof like a beast, it landed on with a thud on the ground.

I couldn't move because I was too scared. I have never seen anything like that. It was like looking evil in the eye. If evil could take a permenant form I guess it would look like what just attacked and bit me on the neck. I think something was injected into my body. I felt contaminated.

When I awoke I found myself in an iron cellar with no bars. Everything was lit in red but I could find no source of light. No bulb - nothing. It was as if the red light appeared from no where. Twenty inches above the floor was a lid where food and water were pushed through to me. What was suppose to be food and water tasted like uncooked meat and diluted blood. I starved myself for what seemed like 2 days. I couldn't keep track of time. My watch and cellphone were taken.

Finally a growling stomach and a devastating thirst betrayed my sense of humanity. I looked around the cellar to see if I could find something to start a fire to cook the meat. But there was nothing available - just cold iron walls.

I found my pen and a few pieces of order forms in my coat pocket. I was never a writer in English class. I barely wrote over 3 paragraphs for compositions. But strange things happen to a man in confinement and fed with raw meat. If I die I want others to know what happened to me in here.

I remember screaming for help. I recall kicking the iron walls and even tried peeping through the lid and saw nothing except evil. I cried, I laughed, I sang and even danced. I pray. I pray so hard that God must be bored with my pleas for mercy. Why? Why me?

There were many times where I bit fingers to check if I was dreaming. The pain was real. But after a few times of biting my fingers even the pain disappeared. I was numb.

Not much of space left for me to scribble my thoughts. The paper is running out. And after what seemed like an eternity only did I notice that I said not a word about my family. The red light makes me forget and the alien fluid in my body made me heartless.

This is the last bit of words I can squeeze in. I forgot to tell you my name. What is my name?????