Sierra

It's September, the 24th day of the month. I awoke to a very hot morning feeling like I was a chicken in the oven. The sun was already out, throwing its violent rays into my eyes. I fall out of bed, shocked by the amount of light hitting me. Light is running through my window attacking me, so I go scrambling towards the window while still on the floor to close out the evil enemies. The light disappears and I stay there sitting and thinking. Today marked the birth of me, seventeen years on this planet, with the last seven being a hell. No friends, no support, nobody for me.

Then came a sudden knock on my door.

            "Are you awake!"

            "Sadly yes..." I mumble under my breath to the voice behind the door.

            "What? Hello? Did you hear me! Wake u--"

            "Yes I heard you, now leave!" I reply wearily, getting up off the floor.

"Happy birthday to me, huh. This is gonna be a great day." and I go on to get dressed.

            7:32 and the bus is running 5 minutes late. Not much of a big surprise. Some time later, it finally arrives and I wait in the back for my turn to board a long yellow rectangle. Last one on, and I walk past each aisle, full of friends or a person with a bag taking the seat, saying "This inanimate object is much more important than you." More important than me.

Row No. 17 on the left. A seat which is finally occupied by no one or anyone's much more precious bag. I sit down feeling the glare of the robot driving the bus.

            7:56 and I am at school, walking through the hallways. Seven hours of gruesome tasks to be piled onto me to all be accomplished by the next day. Seven hours of being surrounded by people, which I recognize but choose to ignore me. Seven hours of loneliness in a place which I am not wanted nor recognized as human... Or is it that they're the humans and I am the robot? Humans that ignore me. Me for being strange.

            I feel it. That sensation... What is it?... Who are you!... What do you want from me, I have harmed no one!... What do you want from me?

            -THUD-

I see the floor approaching me. Quickly, as it is engulfing me, light fading fast, but yet all happening oh so slow. Darkness. Snickering. Evil presences surround me. Hatred. I am dying. Am I dying? Or perhaps I am already dead. No one helps me and I feel the evil disappear as quick as it came. Noises seem so distant, almost like a dream...

Silence.

I am lying on the floor for what feels an eternity; warmth surrounding my head like a halo would an angel. Footsteps? I feel my body being lifted up. Am I an angel?

"Aare youu ookaaay?" a soft soothing voice. Care and gentleness radiate from somewhere. Something thick is falling and I hear a gasp, very faint and far. It was as if someone shouted at me in a tunnel far, far, and away. The darkness settles in...

            I jump up, breathless, my heart pounding so much I feel the blood in my head. I am in my room. The clock to my right reads "6:00". I analyze my room and see there is barely any light entering. I take a deep breath and feel the cool air rush into my lungs. It feels like I haven't taken a breath in an eternity. I close my eyes and can see faces of people flash through. Friendly people... people who love me.