In My Life

The way things felt, before. The way the air felt in the barrack, the way the striped pajamas felt against the skin, the way the camp felt like a cage built of silence and hunger and the endless walk from one place to another place, waiting. Waiting for what? The way I learned to feel, to stop feeling things, or maybe to feel everything all at once, a terrible static in the head. The way I remember smells, sometimes. I'm getting started again. I'm learning how to feel again after talking to many people, but it's still hard.  Seeing people disappear makes one disconnect from the world. For some of us, we were selected during roll. Because we were fit. So, they said that we would become new people if they took us to the edge because our traits would come out very brightly. But what I saw was different. I saw Anne strapped to a table with her eyes wide open. They made me watch. They told us that they needed to realize our traits because they were suppressed and extreme things ...