meltdowns man
"God! Out of- Out of all the people in this forsaken fucking- Hospital? Lab? MAZE FOR ALL I CARE; Out of all of the self proclaimed geniuses who work here, and bullshit wonderkind assholes lurking in the halls that we're not allowed to see, or hear, or know about, you would think, SOMEONE, ANYONE would be able to tell me what the hell is going on!" Tesla almost screamed, banging a hand on his keyboard, sending a string of text to their group chat. The young man was frustrated, for lack of a better word. He was beyond frustrated, the boy had begun to hyperventilate, chest pains plaguing him all of a sudden. He felt the sudden surge of heat, burning his cheeks as he seethed, trying not to let his temper get the best of him. The other three, his closest companions, had never seen him this- well, intense. None of them, really knew what to say at this point, but, Atticus, taking a deep breath, almost as if he was about to dive into the deep end of a pool, spoke up.
"Maybe you should try to keep calm, man. We'll figure this out." He said, barely audible to the others listening.
Tesla scoffed, choking back tears as he sputtered out an answer, no longer caring about hurting someones feelings. He needed to be blunt, his friends obviously did not understand the gravity of the situation at hand.
"Calm down. Of course, this is the best way- this is the best way to go about fixing things, of course." He said, turning on the camera of his computer, as he backed away, moving closer to the nearest walls. With his face visible, it was obvious Tesla hadn't been sleeping, the bags under his eyes were deep, and easily noticeable. The boy's eyes were puffy, and red from excessive crying, and a lack of rest, his hair disheveled, frizz flying everywhere. He turned around from the monitor and patted the wall, hard enough for the microphone to pick up on the hollow, metallic sound.
"Hear that? You hear-you hear that right there?" He shouted, banging on the wall with all the force he could muster in his sleep-drunken state.
"Metal walls! No doors, and-and no windows either! Does that seem normal to you? Any of you?! Nobody will say what this whole "experiment" is about, or why its just us! Or if it's just us in this...facility, why we're not allowed to see each other, or touch anyone. God- I haven't had physical contact in MONTHS. No glass, so there...there ain't any two way mirrors....not possible-" Tesla went about the room, occasionally tilting his camera so the others could see his actions.
"I'm not fucking fou*....Mwen se sou yon bagay, mwen fè sèman li ...*" He rambled, continuing in variations of french, creole, english, and a mix of the three. The boy was obviously too exhausted to keep in one. He continued, running his hands through his hair as he paced, banging on the walls every so often, the latter activity being fewer and further apart as time went by, until eventually, he stopped, his back pressed against the wall.
"I'm, sorry, I really am. Just- hear me out." He said, rubbing his face, as he slid down the wall into a sitting position.
"It's ok! Really. Take your time. You obviously need to sort this out, or you'll go stir crazy." Folly remarked, having turned on her own camera, as well as the other two.
She was holding one of her many fruit shaped plushies close to her chest, one, for comfort, and two, well, she looked cute holding it. Ten, had moved out of the range of the camera, but could be heard rustling about in the room they were in. Atticus was laying across his bed in his own room, tossing one of his baseballs up in the air, catching it when it came back down. Tesla, in his current state, had begun to calm down, comforted by the sounds of movement, and voices, as well as just having somewhere there to listen. He took a moment to let his hiccupping quell itself, as well as the migraine he had gotten as he came down from this, borderline anxiety attack.
"Do you ever want to- no, do you ever feel like....there's something everyone wants you to do...or be, but you just-you just can't do it? Like there's this pressure, just laying on your heart and squeezing, and squeezing, telling you "You have to be what I say! You wont stand a chance unless you're exactly what I tell you to be!" And you- you just know you're gonna fail. You know you can't do what they want. And you waste your time because you're scared if you're not what everyone wants you to be, you won't be worth anything to anyone. Like you're the only one who doesn't know your purpose, and everyone else knows, but they won't tell you? Like there's something everyone around you is molding you to be, but you're just..broken, I guess. You didn't stand a chance from the start. I didn't sign up to be a test subject. None of us did. It fucking sucks." Tesla said, kneading at the hem of his shirt, picking at the stitches.
"You're not even you to them..you're just someone who was supposed to be something else-"
"A boy." "Smart." "Normal." "A leader."
The other three chimed in, overlapping as Tesla spoke.
They all sat for a moment, in silence, all but some crunching sounds, sniffling from the four of them, and shuffling from Ten, who was still walking about in their room. Atticus was the first to speak up, in his usual forward fashion.
"Pretty sure sittin' around in a cube all day ain't good for your legs...." Atticus remarked, with a voice crack and an awkward laugh.
"Uh, yeah. I think we should get some answers...and maybe get outta here if we can. All agreed?" He asked, his voice a bit shaky from the previous conversation.
"Yeah, agreed." "Huh-huh, we gotta go." "I agree, wholeheartedly."
*crazy/fool *I'm onto something, I swear it...