Everyday I see another of my companion get taken form their holding cell. The scream of pure fear reverberates around our cells for the next few days. We can see the eyes that struggle and are in search of help around the room but what can we do? We see how they fail to grab hold of something, so they are no taken. Every other day is another one of us and without fail the same process goes around with the screams getting louder and louder. I have not seen another one of my friends who got taken come back from beyond that large doorway. There are days that sleep does not come to me thinking that today is my last day. I am afraid I won’t see the one that takes me, I am afraid that I will not say goodbye to all my friends, even though it will be a useless goodbye because we all know where we are going. I am start sleep holding myself tight trying to grab a hold of something here that does not exist, but I am so very scared. Times before I sleep, I always gaze to that doorway and wonder what is behind there? Before I sleep, I miss all my companions, I miss them very much even when they where here for a couple of day. Maybe behind that door they are waiting for me healthy as ever and we will be able to talk once again. I can feel my time is coming. I don’t know where this feeling is maybe it is instinct telling me its my time. I want to be awake for when it happens, I can see who it is. But my eyes feel very tired, I have not sleep for many hours since I have been here. Maybe this is for the best as I will finally have peace and will finally rest. If I can just keep my eyes on this door, I might be able to hear when they are open so I can be woken up. I feel like I can see them coming.
“come on Tom let’s get this over with already the shift is about to end and I don’t want to stay here another minute.”
“alright whatever let’s do this Jerry”
“which one is it this time?”
“it is poor Sammy who is being put down today he is old and it’s his time to go man”
“poor Sammy”