Something is Coming
by Destanee Moral
“Something is coming,” Atlas whispered, eyes scanning the room.
Snapping my head in his direction, I watched Atlas survey the room as if it had changed. We had been here for one full moon cycle, yet he’s acting like we had just gotten here. They warned me, said he’d lose his mind, that they all did, but I didn’t believe it. I refused to believe it. Licking my lips, I tried to scoot closer to him, but I could only move an inch before the chains around my wrists stopped me.
“Atlas!” I called, trying to get his attention. Maybe if I distracted him, reminded him of before. Reminded him at least why we were here, maybe than he’d come back.
“Something is coming,” He said again, this time louder. It was as if I didn’t exist. His eyes continued to bounce around the room, as he repeated that stupid phrase.
I tried to hold back a scream, knowing it wouldn’t help, but I couldn’t contain my anger. This was exactly what they wanted. It was only a matter of time before they broke us, but I figured we’d last longer, that Atlas would last longer. Long enough where the information we held wouldn’t be important anymore.
“Atlas!” I tried again, waving my hands as far as I could. “Please! This is exactly what they want, to break us! Don’t give in! Please!”
I could hear the desperation in my voice as I begged, but Atlas seemed unfazed by my pleas. Instead he began to laugh a mad laugh as he moved his arms around, causing a constant clanking noise to echo. As he laughed he continued to mutter those stupid