It was dark and cold, I wasn't exactly sure why I was brought here, but it wasn't exactly pleasant. Then again, this wasn't the first time that they threw me head first into some experiment to see what the first thirteen could do. It hasn't been long since I woke up in the weird capsule, maybe a few weeks? I don't really know, each day is rather monotonous, eat, get a check up, get thrown into an experiment to see what is my limit, eat, then go to sleep.
What I have found since I woke up was rather shocking, I had been asleep for many years, I was no longer a child in second grade, although I don't think I changed that much. They haven't allowed me to see what I look like now, but rather I do know that I now have white hair. Does that make me like grandpa? He had a lot of white hair too. Actually the only reason why I know what my hair color is now, is because it is super long. Reminds me of mama. Grunting as the chills continue to spread throughout my body.
For some reason, I was required to wear this blue ribbon around my neck. I didn't like it. It would always give me bad dreams. But when ever I wake up it was kind of hard to remember exactly why. I don't really remember much of anything from before I had woken up. I remembered momma, daddy, and grandpa. But the rest was rather disoriented in my brain to the point that I can't really understand much. But when ever I woke up from a bad dream I would feel that my hand felt like it was missing something, or rather someone. I stared at my hand that had long turned the color blue from the frosty chill of this room. When will they take me out? My eyes slowly closed from a lack of energy, it always felt empty, my hands, my heart, my soul. What was it that I was missing?
When I awoke once more, the same thing happened like a never ending cycle. The same dull hospital like room, the same arm injected with a needle that lead to a bag of clear liquid being held up by some metal contraption, the same rhythmic beep that give volume to my heart beat. Sometimes I wonder how come it still beats with this emptiness that I always felt.
"Oh good you're awake now." the same tall man came in. they always called me 13, but I always felt that wasn't what my name was. "Well, let me give you some good news." the glasses man said as he paused to push his glasses up. "We have finished all of the testing so now you are able to go." For some reason when the glasses man said this I felt that what happened next wasn't exactly what he made it seem like. Rather than giving me back my freedom, it seemed like I was becoming less and less human in their eyes. To be more specific, it was like I wasn't treated like a human, but rather an object, a tool. It made me feel rather disgusted in everything. I was angry, why did this have to happen to me? What did I do to deserve this?
Instead of being guided to the next room like a human was treated, I was grabbed by the arm and forced to walk towards a different room. Entering the room, there was something eerie about it. The room sended chills down my spine making me wish to dash out the door as soon I could. But there was no way to escape, the room wasn't empty persay, there was a person standing by a metal bed that had leather straps that looked as if it was meant to forcible hold something down. And soon I found out it wasn't something, rather it was someone, and that someone was currently me. I screamed as I kicked and flailed my arms as a means to escape the metal table of doom. What scared me even more was the man that was already inside the room, in his had was some sort of sharp pointed tool and I was absolutely positive I wouldn't like what was about to happen. The thing was, they all seemed ready for this reaction, as if it was completely normal. I didn't like the look of the people's eyes, they all looked at me tiredly with a sigh, not because they were used to this, but because the animal that they were in charge of was making extra work as if the work they were doing had placed no guilt on their conscious. I hate this, I hate them, I hate everything.
Cursing the world, I was forced into the leather straps and was unable to move not long after I was pinned and strapped, a cloth was shoved into my mouth as if they knew I would be screaming my lungs out, or maybe it was to protect me from biting my tongue off. But the first option sounded more likely. Before I could do anything I felt a burning pain make contact with my skin, it hurt the intense heat was as if they were torching my arm. Tears flooded my eyes as I screamed into the cloth that was shoved in my mouth. The burning pain I could feel was moving along my arm creating some sort of imprint that they wished to place on me. At that moment I knew that no matter what I did, I was no longer seen as human but as an object. I could smell the sent of crisped burnt skin and hear the sounds of it sizzling due to the intense heat, but most of all I could feel it cut into me, as if it was branding me right then and there.
The procedure continued on for who knows how long, but at the end of it I had long lost my voice, the burning pain was no longer just along my arm, there was an additional flame climbing up my throat as an after shock of screaming so much. After the branding there was a whole nother torture that I was forced to endure. The cutting of my skin as they implanted something into my arm. But before the second round of torture I had let my heavy eyelids close and let the pain take me away to a dark place that was cold and frozen.