I sat there in the stark white hospital room, my body still feeling the weight of everything that had happened. My mind was swirling, trying to make sense of it all. The two officers who had entered earlier stood in front of me, their eyes sharp and filled with suspicion. The woman, who seemed to be in charge, stepped forward. Her gaze bore into me, searching for something, anything, that would explain what I was or why I was here.
"There's something I can't wrap my head around," she began, her voice firm but laced with confusion. "I've searched every authorized system, every database, but there's no record of you. Not a single piece of information. It's as if you don't exist." She paused, waiting for my reaction, but I stayed silent.
The silence stretched between us, heavy and tense. The officer's brow furrowed as she continued, her frustration evident. "That's not possible unless someone has been deliberately erased or they never existed in the first place. So tell me, how can you be here without any trace of your existence.
I took a deep breath, feeling the pressure of her words weighing down on me. But I couldn't falter now. I needed to think carefully about what to say, how to respond. If I didn't give them something, they would only become more suspicious. And I couldn't afford that.
Before I could answer, the officer continued, explaining why they had come. "We were alerted to your location because of significant magical fluctuations in the area. Dark magic. We found you in a run-down building, unconscious, surrounded by blood and signs of torture. There were two bodies one dead, and you. The room was a scene out of a nightmare. Blood everywhere, the air thick with the residue of dark spells."
Her voice grew harder as she spoke, her eyes narrowing. "The thing is, we don't understand how we missed those fluctuations before. Our systems should have picked it up immediately, but it was as if someone had used a barrier to block our sensors. but to block somthing like that its not easy unless a very hight ranker use the concealment spell. when we finally detected it and arrived, there you were, lying next to a dead man. The dark magic signature was coming from both of you, but here you are, sitting in front of us, alive and unscratched.
The officer paused, looking at me closely, waiting for me to crack, to show some sign of fear or guilt. "We know a forbidden curse was used on you, one that should have left you dead or, at the very least, severely injured. But you're not. You don't even have a scratch on you, no blood, nothing. And yet, your blood was found on the other man's injuries. That doesn't make any sense.
She took a breath, her expression one of disbelief. "I've been doing this job for a long time, and I've never seen anything like this."
The doctor, who had been quietly observing from the side, finally spoke up, his voice low and concerned. "There are indeed injuries on your body, old scars that cover almost every inch of you.but they don't seems to be new and I don't know how someone so young could have this many scars and you endured so much pain. It's... it's tragic.
umm what sre they talking about i didn't had any injuries thst fker tortured me with punches and kicks not to say thise soells and still they are saying i don't have any injuries are they good on there head wait it might be because of that last moment when i was about to die i don't remember it clearly what happened but all i can remember is my blood floating in air and then something happened after that i don't remember what it is i tried to think but wasn't able to it might be because i am not in good condition yet well i shouldn't tell them about this for now boy thought in his mind.
The room fell silent again as they waited for my response. I could feel their eyes on me, the weight of their expectations. But I couldn't afford to show weakness or fear. I needed to stay calm, to think carefully about my next words. I was overwhelmed, the questions coming at me too fast, too hard. But I couldn't let that show. I had to keep my emotions in check. I had to stay in control.even tho i did nothing wrong but i know world doesn't work that way no one will care about a boy being imprisoned due to a small suspicion which doesn't have any evidence in it
Taking a deep breath, I finally spoke. "I don't know why there's no record of me," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "But I don't have a name. I've never had one."i said it but inside i my emotions were in tormoil by her words what does it means i dont exist i was there always fighting for myself my survival no is it that...there were many thoughts running through my heads now but i just stopped thinking it doesn't matter i know i matter yes i know what i am i thought again making myself come out of those confusing emothions
My words hung in the air, and I watched as the people in the room reacted. Their faces showed a mix of shock, disbelief, and something else pity. The doctor looked at me with concern, as if I were some fragile thing that might break at any moment. But I didn't care about their pity. It didn't matter to me.
"I've lived in an orphanage since I was a baby," I continued, my voice still flat, emotionless. "When I was six i was kicked out of my orphanage due to some reasons but before i left I asked the head of the orphanage about my parents. I was curious, like any child would be. He told me that someone had left me on the doorstep just a few hours or minutes after I was born. That's all I know."
I looked around the room, taking in the different expressions on their faces. The officer who had been questioning me seemed taken aback, her stern demeanor broke slightly as she processed my words. The doctor looked even more concerned, as if he were about to step in and stop the questioning altogether.
But I kept going, not because I wanted their sympathy, but because I knew I had to. If I didn't give them something, they would only push harder, dig deeper. And I couldn't let that happen. "I've never had a family," I said, my voice still calm, still controlled. "I've been on my own for as long as I can remember. i was ashamed inside saying these things i might now be looking like a kid crying about these little things thinking of how he might be looking like now a small Laugh escaped from my lips but no one payed attention to this little thing
The room fell silent again, the tension thickening. I could see the wheels turning in the officer's mind as she tried to make sense of what I was saying. But there was nothing more I could tell them. I had already said everything I knew.
The black-haired officer, her expression one of deep contemplation, presses on. "You mentioned earlier that you were kicked out of the orphanage at six. Can you explain why? Was it related to your current situation, or was it something else
The boy's eyes darken momentarily, but his voice remains emotionless. "I don't want to talk about it. It's not relevant.
The room's tension escalates as the brown-haired officer's aura fluctuates visibly. The walls tremble slightly, a testament to her barely controlled emotions. The younger officer places a calming hand on her colleague's shoulder, trying to stabilize the situation.The doctor, her face etched with deep concern, exclaims, "How could they do this to you? How could they just cast you aside like that.
The officer finally spoke again, her voice softer now, almost gentle. "I'm sorry for what you've been through," she said, her eyes full of sympathy. "But we need to understand what happened in that building. Can you tell us anything about that? Anything at all she said trying to leave this topic
I hesitated, trying to think of what to say. But the truth was, I look at her after thinking for some time. I don't know his name, I say slowly, struggling to keep my voice even. "He was a man dressed in black, with a sadistic smile.
He... he used the curse on me."The room goes quiet, the tension thickening. The officers exchange glances, and the brown-haired one finally speaks. "We've heard rumors about this kind of torture being used by some of the most dangerous criminals, but... it's almost mythological. No one survives it. Not without... well, not without losing everything.
I can see the struggle in their eyes as they try to reconcile the fact that I'm alive with the knowledge of what the curse does to people. The doctor steps closer, her gaze softening with a mix of compassion and concern."We need to understand more about the curse," she says gently. "If you can remember anything about the man, the artifact he might have used, or anything else... it might help us figure out how you survived.
i think back to that moment, the pain so intense it felt like it would tear me apart. The younger officer's eyes flicker with a mix of awe and skepticism. "You dont look like a mental patient," she says carefully. But if you survived the Cruciatus curse, there's a lot more to your story. We need to know everything.
The brown-haired officer leans forward, her gaze sharp and intense. "We're dealing with something far beyond ordinary understanding," she says. "There are very few who have faced the Cruciatus curse and lived to tell the tale. If there's anything anything at all that can shed light on what happened, we need to know.
i nod, feeling the weight of their expectations pressing down on me. The room is filled with an oppressive silence as they wait for me to continue. I'm still trying to piece together what happened to me.
I remember... pain," I said slowly...