#i....... am so sorry this looked shorter when i wrote it on my phone DKJSAHD

[vagasbonds]

THE DAYS HAVE A CONSISTENT CODE OF REPETITION . each day eleven can almost predict what happens every minute solely based on routine . there was hardly ever a break from it . testing , exercising , learning , monitoring , traveling , playing , and repeat ; tis never bothered her . it’s all she’s known and what she assumed was all she would ever know .

some nights ( or what she thinks is night — there are no windows ) , eleven doesn’t sleep immediately . silence seems to ring in her ears as her mind refuses to rest , with eyes boring into the ceiling . no one ever bothers her ; they leave the sticky pads with wires connected to her skull for more monitoring . maybe they’re trying to figure out what makes some nights different . and this one certainly is . a strange , unknowing whirring noise comes from her door marked ‘ １１ ‘ .

as if broken from a spell , she sits up in her bed and stares pointedly at the door and its handle . this is a break in repetition — is it a test ?  the door eventually swings open to reveal a lanky man , dressed unlike papa or any of the other scientists . she tilts her head with an almost blank expression but says nothing , waiting to be spoken to .

&& . @tempestcs / PLOTTED .