I woke up feeling groggy like usual, I'm not an early riser. I wake up every morning reluctantly for a job I hate for a family I never wanted. My name is Lance Muertezo. I work construction for the city, so the benefits are great and so is the pay but it was never something I wanted to do.
Three years ago I met this hot piece of ass at a bar after finals for college. At the time I was only working construction part time to pay bills. My parents died in an accident a while back so I've been on my own since I was 17 years old. What little family I did have wanted nothing to do with me but I digress. Roxanne, if she was meat she would be A-5 prime cut Wagyu. If she were a number it would be a 1, 10 or 100, depending on your grading scale.
To put it simply, she was gorgeous and I was fat. Don't get me wrong I was by no means a moron. I was attending Columbia at the top of my classes but this woman made me feel as dumb as a dog when you hide their medication in their food. The mysterious effects of the almighty pussy. At the time we were drunk and as a dare I asked her out. It turns out that she recently got out of a bad break up so I was lucky enough to be her fall guy to get her groove back. The next morning she was gone, typical. I don't blame her, waking up to a fat sack of shit after a night of drinking, I would leave too.
I got to enjoy her company even though it was for a night but a night I will not forget. A month passed by and the next time I went drinking with my friends she was there looking for me. When she came up to me she said that she was pregnant and that it was mine. I told her to get an abortion, why bother looking for me. It takes 2 people to make a child and even with both people inebriated it can still happen. "I need you to pay for the child" Roxanne said. "Excuse me?! You are not that far along for you not to abort it. I will pay for your abortion but I will not pay for you to have a child you one-sidedly chose to keep" I argued. She made a scene by screaming that she was going to keep it but I had little patience for a beautiful woman's antics so I quickly gave in.
I had mixed feeling about the entire ordeal. I was given admiration from my guy friends while receiving disdain from my women friends in college. Because she wanted to keep the baby, I had to minimize the classes I take until I had to eventually drop out. Next thing I knew I was in a loveless relationship. Whenever I ask her now to "take the child and go, I will pay for the support" she wouldn't take it. It's not like she loved me but there was something definitely wrong with her staying with me. I took the child under the pretense that he had a doctor's appointment, which he did because I made it, and when we had our blood taken for a paternity test the child wasn't mine. Furious and devastated I kept my feelings to myself. Because I had a feeling that the child wasn't mine I was never attached to him.
As I was going to finally confront this bitch for what she has done after work. I could care less how or what she or others thought of me, I just wanted this burden off my chest. During some welding on the 5 floor of the building, some rivets and bolts came loose and I plummeted to the ground. I was lucky enough to live from a 5- story drop but was unlucky enough to land on sacks of concrete sand near a pile of steel rebar. Broken, torn, impaled and bleeding, I was rushed to the hospital. I was put under as intensive surgery occurred to keep me alive.
After many hours I was on a hospital bed but not at the hospital. I could barely move I was in intense pain but I saw not button for the painkillers. I was given medication to put me to sleep but the pain kept me fighting against the medication so the movement of me being transported was flashing before my eyes. I felt as if I was high and drunk at the same time. I finally passed out from the pain and medication. When I woke up, I found myself in a lab where doctors and scientists were examining me.
I have absolutely no clue as to why I was here. I was in a serious accident and the lawsuit from this would put back on easy street once I kick that lying bitch out. I was strapped to the bed, as if I could move anyway, with the intravenous tubes injected in my arms. Heart monitor sensors on my chest and breathing tubes in my nose. My heart rate sped up from over thinking about my current situation and my weight did not help. Finally, a scientist came and started to ask me questions but I was deaf to his questions because all I wanted to know was why I was here? The scientist gave up talking to me as I desperately asking for an answer he was always dodging.
The scientist did not come back to talk to me again. Every time I saw him, I tried asking him the same question but still, no answers. I tried to keep track of time but with the infrequent hours they put me under I cannot keep a proper time. What scared the shit out of me the most was; every time I was put to sleep, I would wake up with fingers, toes and pieces of flesh missing from the limited view of my body. I was being injected with different types of liquids and each one was worse than the last. The odd and poisonous colored ones did not make the appearance any better. The freaky part was that I grew back the flesh that they took from me but since I had no concept of time, I assumed that I was trapped here for too long.
At another sequence of being put to sleep, I woke up to see that my fingers and toes were re-growing again. Because of the unknown amount of time I have been here and the literal all liquid diet, I lost weight really fast. I could see my dick again ha-ha, but the fact remains, what are they doing to me? How am I healing so fast? How the fuck did I re-grow my fingers? If the fingers and toes were reattached then I would have seen the scar or at least felt discomfort with the reattachment. My fingers and toes looked like Deadpool's when he cut off his hand and it started to regenerate. By the next time I was put under everything that was taken off was normal again with no discomfort. Unfortunately, that was just the start of the whole thing.