Prompt Challenge 030416: Truth Beneath The Skin

Prompt Challenge

Well then, it seems that this month had 5 Wednesdays in it…my goal is to only write 4. So that gives an extra week! I had thought about doing one more short story for this prompt, but I think I will just use the extra Wednesday to announce what the prompt for April will be.

This weeks short story may be my favorite I have written this month. It might be one of those short stories that are put into a special folder to be revisited later to see if it can be turned into a novel. Who knows.

March Prompt

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Truth Beneath the Skin

It was a normal day, just like any boring day. That’s where these stories always start isn’t it? I mean, everything is supposed to look boring so you don’t see the twist that will hit you in the face and make your mouth drop open. But there is always that one person that claims they saw it coming from the beginning. I’m not one of those people. I didn’t see it coming, the truth of my background. The truth of why my world was so much different from those all around me. No one would have seen it coming though, no one expects finding out such horrors about their own life.

What am I getting at?

It was a normal day, just like any boring day. I was to meet up with my best friend and we were going to go to the bookstore. It was my favorite place to go. I was just lucky that my best friend happened to enjoy reading and browsing books as much as I did. We would spend hours in the bookstore and come out with one or two books. Had we had more money, we would come out with the whole bookstore to stuff into her car.

My best friend, Alexa, was actually the one who convinced me to read more. We even shared a book blog together. Both writing book reviews and ranting about all the book world things we could get our hands on. We read everything from young adult to Stephen King. Yeah, Stephen King was in a genre all his own, because he is King.

As I said before, the day was a normal boring day. Well, except the excitement of heading to the book store. As we drove down the road, or rather, Alexa drove down the road, something flashed in front of her car, causing her to slam on the breaks. Which, in turn caused me to slam my forehead into the dash. Not a pleasant feeling at all. Alexa looked over to me and I looked at her, both of us breathing heavily from the adrenaline running through our veins.

I should mention it was a bright and sunny, normal boring day. There was nothing around to prove something had actually run across the road. Whatever it was had taken off, never to be seen again. As we climbed out of the car I noticed that there was something metal on the car. Being the idiot that I am, I pulled the metal and sliced my hand.

“Ouch.” I said, shaking my hand. “I sliced my hand.” I said to Alexa, holding out my hand to her. The cut stung, but Alexa wasn’t looking at me, so I moved the metal again. “We should get out of here before that thing comes back.” I said, worried that it was some kind of rabid animal.

We got back into the car and Alexa started driving off. She reached across me and pulled out a napkin from her glove box and handed it to me. I looked at her confused.

“I thought you said you accidently sliced open your hand.” She said, looking at my hand.

“I did.” I cleared my head and took the napkin from her hand.

“Then why aren’t you bleeding at all?” She asked, looking at me, then looking back at the road, only to turn her gaze on me again.

I looked at my hand, there was a cut, my hand was sliced through, but there was no blood. Fear slammed through me as I noticed the simmering green numbers through the cut. “Pull over.” I told Alexa. As soon as the car stopped I hoped out and threw up on the side of the road. I shook my head. There was no way I had seen what I had just seen.

“What happened?” Alexa asked me, walking around the car. “Let me see.”

I showed her my hand, the simmering green numbers still scrolling past the cut. I shook my head and stared at the odd sight. I racked my brain trying to think of any other time I had bleed. I couldn’t recall every having a cut, or seeing my own blood. Surly I had been cut before, but I hadn’t even had a broken bone.

“I’m going to be in so much trouble.” Alexa said, backing away from me. “They are going to decommission me.” She pulled out her phone and made a call. “It happened again.” She said with a sigh into the phone. “The clutz just can’t seem to go one day without getting hurt.”

What? Didn’t I just go over this? I had never been hurt. Never bled, never had a broken bone. I was always tripping, but I had always been lucky to come out unscathed. I stared down at my hand again.

“Listen.” Alexa said to me, now standing in front of me. “You are not going to remember this.”

It was then that everything clicked. Everything I had forgotten rushing to the front of my memories. I gasped and stumbled. I could hear Alexa telling me over and over again that I wasn’t real. I was just a program and she was my handler. I was supposed to believe I was real, for the test. I was supposed to believe that I was an actual human, or the test would fail. I also remembered her telling me that if I knew the truth, humans may die, but she never told me why.

“It will all be over soon.” Alexa said. I stumbled back again, looking around. “No.” Alexa said, walking towards me. “Don’t run.”

“What is my name?” I asked, suddenly realizing I didn’t know my name. I had never heard my name.

“Don’t be silly.” Alexa said. “You are just a program, you don’t need a name.” I dropped to my knees as tears threatened to fall from my programmed eyes. But there would be no tears, I wasn’t programmed to cry. I tried to stand, to run, but Alexa already had me locked down with her hand on my shoulder. I could see something in her hand. A gun? No…that wasn’t it, but it was something similar. I knew whatever it was, it was going to knock me out and they would reprogram me. The cold metal met the temple of my head and before there was pain or sound, I had already blacked out. The world was gone and soon, even my thoughts left me.

It was a normal day, just like any boring day. But this time I had managed to save a splinter of the past. I didn’t know what had happened, but I knew I couldn’t go with Alexa to the bookstore. I knew I couldn’t trust her. Now I just had to find out why.

Lost in my thoughts I sliced my hand with the knife I was using to cut some carrots. The knife was sharp and it sliced through my hand without struggle. As I looked down, I remembered. The simmering green number scrolled across the open wound. I smiled, because this time Alexa wasn’t there to make me forget. This time, I could run.

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I hope you enjoyed it!

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