Dear diary,
It's me and anyone else who happens to be unfortunate enough to be reading this? My name is Harriet and I'm the only one who has their free-will left to say the least. I was so goddamn lucky. I don't deserve to have been spared by fate, but alas: I was.
Let's back track a little bit now, I ran away from home so to speak. But it wasn't my home really so I'm proud of myself to have had the courage to leave for the most part, but it doesn't mean I don't harbor regrets inside my heart to say the least and when I thought I had found a place to call home, what did I do? Fucking ruin shit like I always do.
I didn't mean to do what 'I did', but sometimes bad luck just has a habit of clinging to yee where ever I run too. It's been a few years since the devastation I caused and I'll never forgive myself for it. You see, I borrowed something from someone who shared an interest in robotics, coding and machinery like myself. A team I was apart of infact and their research was incomplete though and somehow I cracked what they had been trying for years to do. I was the new one in the league though.
None the less, I succeeded in something no one's ever been able to do before to this world's knowledge and I forced myself to believe in the outcome of my situation to be what could be a friend for me as I've never really had anyone. Someone who would be my friend and never leave me. Never betray me!
It did as it was based on our Image. Our perceptions are skewed. That says alot, huh? Infact, maybe it was never alive to begin with. A perfect copy and it fooled me into thinking so to perfection. It seemed so human at the time, thinking back. It took the longest to stop thinking of it as a she to an it again. Irrespective of what's happened though, I'm trapped in a nightmare I can't escape from and this underground bunker I'm hiding in? Will BE my forever tomb.
I fully believe I'll die here.
Love Harriet,
P.s. Good luck if you're still reading this now for the future. You'll need it, but also know. You can run, but will it really take you anywhere? There's no escaping our own, inner demons.
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I close my diary and throw it down on my desk and slump back in my chair letting out a grown. It's been something six months since I ran from Image. Her name suits her. Created in humankind's image. Who knew things could go so wrong, especially when it came to robotics. Since I escaped her, I don't know how I survived such a fall, but I did. I had hoped the fall would kill me.
I sware God must have been on my side or something because at one point or another, it felt like I was floating rather than free falling, but I didn't escape injury completely. It's more like my impact was softened somehow. To to this day, I still don't know how I survived. Regardless, I wandered the bottom of the reservoir, it's completely devoid of all water and I settled for making a home from what I could in the caves I discovered. Sticks, leaves and all sorts of stuff are down here, but nothing really useful.
Even the diary I write in is a bunch of paperbark tied together with a bit of string I had in my pocket and I have a fully fledged pen as that was also in my pocket, but other than, nothing else. I haven't seen sunlight in years, too scared to venture out and look up incase I see Image standing at the top, looking down on me.
Down on me like Sebastian did.
Is this my fate for the rest of my life? For what I did. Stealing research... I know mediation is important and perhaps I should have tried to talk out my differences of opinion with Sebastian. Had Owen there to support me, maybe have Shelby and Rain could have been in on the conversation too. It could be a group discussion rather than it being a one on one. Let's face it, I miss them right now. I miss home, I want to go home.
It's too late now anyway. This is my mistake and I'll be the one to pay. I'll likely die down here some point. I don't have a infinite supply of water or food and my stocks are slowly getting smaller and smaller. Water is leaking from somewhere within the caves and I find seeds which has been what's kept me alive, but it's never turned out to be anything more than spinach or beets. A really tasteless diet. There is a small area I plant them as there is this hole that travels for meters from the surface, allowing sunlight from directly above. Too small for a person to fit through. That little bit of sunlight though is all I get as it's really dark down here. My eyes have grown accustomed to the dark.
I shake my head, clearing my thoughts and make it over to this rock that's fairly flat I sleep on as a bed. I don't have a blanket or a pillow made from anything like leaves. I don't know what time it is, but I feel a bit tired. Just a few moments of sleep will do me good hopefully, but despite this, I'll never truly be rested.
Will someday from now, someone will come and be my savior if they're lucky or will they stumble on my skeleton?
No, never. I deserve this. This is my fate.
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"Harriet."
"Huh?" I say, sitting up in bed. Ethan is next to me as this is his bed. "Are you okay?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, why are you asking Ethan?"
"You've just been a little restless since you moved in. I'm worried Harriet, it's clear you're very vulnerable and I want to be there for you."
"What do you mean moved in? And I'm not vulnerable!"
"You're unwell, you know that. The doctor I dragged you to said so."
"You're right, I am and there is no denying it because denying only means I'm lying to my self."
"I'm glad your able to see that Harriet, just...."
"Just what Ethan?"
And then Ethan turns to face me and his eyes are red, then he flickers to appear as Image a second later. "You need to be looked after all around the clock, allow me to save your soul." And she pins me down, reaching her spare hand to grasp a needle and syringe. I'm unable to fight back.
The pain is unbearable and then my world blurs. I feel her pull the needle out and lift me up in her arms.
"Don't worry, you're safe now and I'll never let anyone hurt you again. It's okay to prefer me over humans such as yourself."
"Harriet? Harriet, wake up! Sebastian over here, she needs fluids! Now! She's dehydrated and feverish!"
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