You pondered silently to yourself, after the summoning, no one even bothered to take you out for your next month. You had an itchy feeling to stay in the crevice of the chamber but curiosity got the better of you. You tapped the door, it creaked loudly. You scrambled back a few inches in shock, were they messing with you? You tapped it again with your nails, it creaked again. You peeled through the the opening you created, and peered around. The next door was also open, cold air blew from the frame. The chamber was warm from body heat, outside was freezing. But what about mama? Was she waiting? What if she wanted to play the game of hiding?

You leaped out of the chamber delicately, unnaturally cold tiles met your hands and feet. Your head throbbed quickly, then you looked back causing you to skip a heartbeat.

Did you do this? A bath of blood and flesh covered your chamber like a caterpillar chrysalis. Disgusting parts of woven flesh tore at each other, eagerly to keep together. Squelching sounds grumbled to show it seemed to be alive, but since it wasn't actually living, you turned around again to look at the wind flowing through the door. The burning scent of papa's air whisked through the air, causing the milky screen of what you could see. Papa always had the long but thin sticks, you barely ever seen him without one when you were released. 

"Papa?" You tried to yell, it came out as a hushed whisper. You shook your head and cleared your throat, "Papa!?" This sounded more clear, but almost childish. Another pulse in your head. Different scenes of the room flashed before your eyes, like filters. Green, blue, white, black, yellow, red. Then it stuck, it stayed on a watery, light red color. You seen clearly through it, but it was faint in dark shadowy places, where light didn't reach. A bright, but bold red number on the door ajar.

"Mama!" You shrieked, afraid of your new discoveries. Afraid. Fear. Afraid, afraid, afraid. Fear, anger, terrified, horrified, petrifying, terrorize, chaos. All of these whirled through your head, until you had yet another jolt. Suddenly you stood up and wiped your lip, blood. You walked calmly through the white hallways. In search of what you deserved.