~ How it all Started ~
Everyone has their own story. Their own story of how this hell started, but mines started with that fire all those years ago. I can still remember it to this day. I was only five when it happened; coming home late from school since I missed my bus. Luckily one of teachers whom were once good friends of my parents decided to take me home. As the pure joy and excitement of passing my test and having a field day right after I got out of the car only to stop in my tracks engulfed with this black empty pit sensation of fear. My house…. My home was burning down into flames, I could see the fire department putting out the flames but I couldn’t process the fact that my home was lost. Eyes filled with tears I took small steps to my house before police stopped me in my tracks and redirected me trying their best to a five-year-old about what was going on. At this point I couldn’t hold back my tears
“Mommy…. Daddy?” I whispered.
Everything else became a blur after that night. From then on I was being bounced around from family member to family member until they just couldn’t deal with me anymore. “the last survivor” I was called “a curse”, how dare I not be at home, how dare I not die in the fire with them? They blamed me for everything. Who wouldn’t? What really could have happened if I was home before then? Would they still be alive? Would I still have made it out somehow? Who knows. I was finally put up for adoption just a few weeks before my 6th birthday, When I got to the orphanage it managed to get even worse.
It was months I spent there. I was forced to scrub the moldy floor with just a rag and a cup of water, wake up before the sun even rose above the horizon and work hard. Day in and day out until my knuckles bled. If I didn’t do well in my classes they would punish me by hitting me with long large sticks or even rulers, they had no mercy in punishing me, it left bruises everywhere. At that point I lost all hope of ever getting into a home since then. That was…until one day.
It was a normal day for me at this point, I had been cleaning for hours on end. I was tired famished, all I wanted to do was lay down and sleep. I was just finishing cleaning up my room when our stewardess walked up to me with a tall man by her side.
“Congratulations Angel, you have finally been adopted.” The lady blanky announced. I couldn’t believe it, I was going home!
The man knelt down to my height and patted my head “You’re going to change the world darling.” He said with a twisted smile on his face.
Oh, how much I remember and hated that smile. But nonetheless I couldn’t help but smile at the joy I felt of leaving this horrible place, and go be happy, finally happy. He took me into one of the empty rooms and gave me shot, telling me it was some sort of vaccine I needed to take before I entered his home. Back then I was confused, I didn’t understand why I had to but I didn’t question him. He told me he was a doctor after all. As we walked out I slowly started to feel dizzy, I held onto him progressively tighter and tighter as we got closer to the car. He helped me into the back seat, and I felt as if I was going to pass out. Everything started to spin.
“W-what’s going on? What’s h-happening t-to me?” I held onto the seat of the car trying to shake off the dizziness.
My so-called father, looked over at me from the driver’s side with that same evil smirk. “I told you; you’re going to change the world.” He laughed softly, and then…everything went black.
When I woke up what felt like hours later I was on a cold cell floor with just a robe one. Everything was still so blurry I slowly sat up, groaning trying to figure where I was once the realization hit panic started to set in me. I felt my chest tighten, I felt like I couldn’t breath in that moment. I got up as fast as my body could go and used all of the strength that I could in my weak frail body to try and open up the cold bars. I slammed my body against it threw whatever I could find and pulled as hard as I could yet nothing worked.
“LET ME GO!” I cried “LET ME OUT OF HERE PLEASE!” I pleaded sliding down the bars “Please, I will be a good girl just please don’t keep me in here.” I sobbed.
“You will be a good girl regardless.” My adoptive “dad” bluntly said as he knelt down in front of my cage “If you're not, well… you will just have to suffer the consequences now won’t you.” Two doctors in white robes came by his side “Take subjects 01 to the room to start the first test.”
“N-NO NO!” I yelled backing away as far I could as the nurses came in, they grabbed me tightly by the arms and dragged me off. I tried my best to fight them off but the drugs in my system were so strong and my body felt so weak. They took me to the room and strapped me down onto the table.
I looked at my father with pleading eyes as I cried and struggled in my bonds “Please, please you don’t have to do this!” I yelled as he came closer to me with a needle.
He came closer to me patting my head “You’re going to do great things for this world.” He said again, before inserting the needle into my arm. At first. It was just a small pain but then…then all I fell was hell... and it would be like that for months and months on end.
