My job is watching a woman trapped in a room.

I don’t know why I’m posting this, I guess I just need to talk about it and I don’t know who else to talk to. <br><br>I’ve written a few more details about what I do below, but if you want to skip it and go straight to the story, that’s fine. <br><br>---------------------------<br><br>I work for a company that runs something they call 'ongoing projects'. I’m not special in my job; there are hundreds of others doing the same thing as me. I’ve met a few. I’m just mentioning it so you have an idea of what I do. <br><br>I see ads for what I do all the time and apply to loads of positions, thinking it’s a normal job like any other. I was broke and needed a job, so applying wasn’t a big deal to me. I was so surprised when they called to tell me I was selected that I was actually confused for a minute. *What is this, who are you calling about?* *I applied for probably about fifty different jobs last night.* <br><br>I got a call from a woman telling me she was from 'The Research Centre', saying they were a private organisation but she wouldn’t say more than that. <br><br>\*confused silence from my end\* <br><br>She was talking about a job I’d applied for in a list of around fifty other jobs. <br><br>I asked what the job was, hoping it would be something I knew about. She just said it was a monitoring job and that they needed people who could work night shifts. <br><br>I was like, ok. <br><br>I’d applied for tonnes of monitoring jobs, so I figured this was just one more monitoring job than normal. I assumed it was just security monitoring, or maybe monitoring a machine or something. <br><br>A few days later, I got a call asking me if I was still interested in the job. <br><br>I was. <br><br>I was told the hours were 8pm – 8am and the pay was $25 an hour. I asked for how many hours a week. The woman said it was a full time job. 40 hours. I asked how that was possible if I was working 12 hour shifts. She said they were looking for 7 shifts a week. <br><br>I was like, ok. <br><br>I was broke. So I took it. I probably would have done it for minimum wage. <br><br>I was given an address and told when to turn up and that was it. <br><br>I thought the building they put everyone in looked a bit odd, but I figured it was just somewhere they were keeping us temporarily. I didn’t realise they were getting so many people hired around the same time. <br><br>When I first met my colleague, I felt kind of surprised. I didn’t expect them to be a colleague; I just thought they were someone in charge from the company I was talking to. Turns out I was just talking to my future co-worker. I was the one who asked about food. Pretty much straight away. I was told I would be given 3 meals a day. I asked how long I would be there to need that. <br><br>I was told I was going to be there for at least a year, minimum. <br><br> Hardcore fans of the show might be able to guess where this is going. <br><br>I didn’t believe it. There was no way I was going to be trapped in there for a minimum of a year.<br><br>A few days later I woke up on the job. I don’t remember anything about the days leading up to it. I just woke up and kind of… knew what to do. The only thing I really remembered was talking to that woman before I started and asking her how long I’d be there. <br><br>She told me a year. I didn’t believe her. I took the job anyway. <br><br>I just pressed a button I saw on a screen in front of me and waited. <br><br>I didn’t know how long I’d actually been there or how long was left. I didn’t know what month it was or what day it was or anything. I didn’t even know what year it was. <br><br>I had a routine though and I stuck to it. I could look back on past days I think. Pretty much just memories. I don’t really know how to describe it.<br><br>I’m not gonna lie, I had no idea what I was looking at when I first saw the room. I didn’t even know I was looking at a room; it just looked like a sea of green. I had to zoom in before I could see properly. <br><br>It was night. I could see her just sitting in the bed looking at the wall. <br><br>I tried talking to her. I didn’t know how to communicate with her at first; I didn’t even know if I was allowed to. So I just talked at the screen. <br><br>Then one day I found out I could talk to her. <br><br>I pressed a button and a green light flashed and I heard my voice coming out of speakers and I was like, oh. That’s how you talk to her. <br><br>I said *I can hear you.* <br><br>She looked at the ceiling. Like she was looking straight at me. <br><br>*What?* She said. <br><br>*I can hear you.* <br><br>I didn’t even know her name. I was just talking to her because I didn’t know what else to do. <br><br>*Who are you?* She asked. <br><br>*I don’t know.* I said. <br><br>*What do you mean?* She replied. <br><br>I kind of panicked a little. I didn’t expect to be talking to her at all, and now I was talking to her but I didn’t even know what I was saying. <br><br>*I can see you.* I said. <br><br>*What?* She looked at the ceiling again. <br><br>I kind of panicked when she said that. I didn’t know how I was looking at her. I didn’t know how I was talking to her. <br><br>I just kind of stopped. I didn’t talk to her again and she didn’t talk to me. <br><br>I just kept watching. Eventually she went to sleep. That’s what I called it when she was in the 'coma' thing. I didn’t know what else to call it. <br><br>A few days later I talked to her again. I said something about her food. I think I told her to finish the food they gave her. <br><br>Or something. <br><br>She didn’t look at the camera and she didn’t even answer me. I don’t get why. She seemed to take the food anyway. She ate it all. <br><br>I don’t really know how I remember anything. Pretty much anything from when I first woke up I can look back on like a memory. I can even zoom in when I look back. <br><br>I remember her saying *I might be hungry.* And the man replying 'Oh, you're hungry?' <br><br>I zoomed in on his face when he said it. <br><br><br>I have to keep watching. I don’t know how many hours I’ve done so far. <br><br>One day she was talking to the man and she was all excited. And I felt bad. I felt bad because I didn’t know why I wasn’t telling her. <br><br>I didn’t know why I wasn’t talking to her. I didn’t even like talking to her. I didn’t like listening to her. <br><br>I felt bad because the man in there is her only chance to talk to someone else. <br><br>And I didn’t want her talking to him. <br><br>I didn’t know why. <br><br>I just didn’t want her talking to him. <br><br>So I just kept watching. <br><br>I just felt so bad for her. I didn’t like her. But I just felt bad. <br><br>I have to keep watching.