Across The Multi-verse by I Ogunbase

Author:I Ogunbase [Ogunbase, I]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Across the Multi-verse
Published: 2020-03-22T22:00:00+00:00

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Butterflies

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I held off...

I held off till day 30 and now its day 33. 33 days, 20th hour, 54th minute and the seconds keep ticking. 55th minute now. The door hasn't opened yet. The blackness of the walls look grey now. I think I lost the concept of light on the fifth day. Juvenile and dramatic, I know, but still.

It went off, like a wisp in the night as I slept and didn't come back on again. I had slept in darkness and woken up in darkness. No light, no company. Imagine what that does with the mind.

56th minute now and the yellow butterflies holding my attention flutter around in a panic on the ceiling. I hate butterflies. But I had begun to hear them on the 15th night, at the 16th hour. Bright wings fluttering just a bit out of eyesight. So I'd turn and turn and never see them. But I see them now. I have been seeing them since the 25th day. Brightly coloured little fucks. Lighting up my ceiling.

There used to be just one but they've been multiplying by the hour. I lost count at 100. A 100-plus little brightly coloured nightmares colouring my ceiling. They sometimes flutter very close to me as I try to sleep. Close enough for me to feel them close to my ears. I would jerk up and they would be back on the ceiling.

So, I can't sleep.

I think, instead.

Think about what I've roped myself into. About whether or not I've been forgotten. I think about the prize at the end of the nightmare. My carrot-on-a-stick.

21st hour now.

Numbers keep me sane. I have to keep track. It's how I got here in the first place. A little calculation here and there. Beat the system for a chance to win a million. They never would have suspected. Or, so I thought.

They've been screwing with my perception since they took the light away from me. Maybe, that's my punishment. It began with the crawling sensation on my skin on the third day as I slept. And then the temperature changes. Cold in the mornings. Hot at night. Especially after the lights went off. Maybe they caught on that I 'calculated' my way to the lottery room.

Perhaps, I was the example to everyone else. Heck, they are probably watching me from some hidden camera somewhere. Now and then, they'd flip the temperature changes and twist the sensation on my skin. They do it to mess with me, I know. Screw my perception of time.

But, I'm good with numbers. Which works just as well with the digital watch on my arm.

Day 33 and it's a bit different now. It's like I'm swimming in a sea of butterflies. I try not to move. It's hard to say if they are real or part of the game these fucks are playing. But I don't move. No reason to. Not in the ocean of yellow butterflies.

Every time I close my eyes, they release a new butterfly to torment me. I don't remember filling the "things I hate" part of the questionnaire.

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