Today is like any other day. Sitting in the dark, next to my buddy, in our cubby. The drawer gets pulled every so often, one of our mates will be taken, and return later with a tale of what it was like outside. We’ve all been out there at one point, that outside world, not in this cubby. Most like it in here, in this dark. They think they can resist damage by staying in here, and I’d have to agree. In here we can’t bend, we can’t dull, we can’t rust, we can’t stain, all we do is gather dust. Man, I hate gathering dust. I want to be out there, out in the outside. I hardly get taken out, when I do, it’s once in a while, twice if I’m lucky. Usually I watch one of my mates or my buddy get pulled. They stay out for days at a time before they come back, talking about something they cut, and this thing called a “Dishwasher?” I don’t know what that is, but apparently it’s a good social experience since they’ve met folks of all shapes and sizes in there. I wish I could go, but I always come back the same day, a few hours after I leave. They never bother asking me how it was, since they know I don’t go out as much as them, and that I usually cut the same thing, time in and time out. So on it went, the drawer being open every so often. Sometimes to grab one of us, sometimes to search, but we could always count on the fact, I would never be picked, nothing new would happen. . .
Today… was, a normal day. All of us were in the drawer, one of the smaller ones had been out and sharing about what happened out there, while we wait in the dark. Then the drawer opened. It was slow, and it was dark. That’s weird, usually there’s light when we’re taken out. Then one of the minis went out, but the drawer wasn’t closed like usual. Odd, usually when one of us is taken, the drawer is closed. What’s going on? From my cubby, I could see what looks like, a human? One of the younger ones if I’m right. Odd. Usually they stay in their cubby in the outside, why are they taking a mini? Wait, what is coming from their eyes? Is that water? Wait, what are they-?!
That’s when it stopped being normal. The young one took the mini up to their body, and used mini to pierce their skin. Usually, the humans in this home cut themselves, but usually they leave it there and leave, returning with something to cover the cut, but not the young one. They kept going. Cut after cut, red liquid coming from their body. We all looked on in horror. What was this young one doing?! Why were they doing that?! But soon, they stopped. The mini they were using was covered in red, that they washed off in the sink before returning the mini to the drawer. The last thing they did was cover the wounds. It was a strange cover. Why were they using their covering, and not that weird covering they normally use when they get cut? What was that water? Then they closed the drawer, returning us to the darkness we’ve come to know. But, no one was willing to share, not after that, and mini, who was usually so chatty upon return, didn’t utter a word. We just sat there. In the darkness. In silence. In our cubbies. Confused and all alone…