Experiment #458
It’s like everyone is dead here, walking like zombies because they’re so medicated. I shuffle by them to go to my group therapy session. Therapy in the worst, talking about how you got here, and the random assessments we get for our strength and abilities, which I don’t see the point in taking. Opening the metal door where the session happens, there I’m greeted by our therapist, Ms. Jackson, who’s getting things ready for the discussion. Looking around, I realize that there is only five of us instead of six, which are staring into space also known as the dirty old carpet.
“Okay, let’s begin, my name is Ms. Jackson and I’m the therapist here,” she says as I get lost in my thoughts.
Why did my parents force me here? I’m not insane, I’m a normal sixteen-year-old, book-loving girl,
“Chance... Chance...Chance,″ Ms. Jackson says retrieving me from my thoughts.
“Huh,″ I answer, whipping my head back and forth slightly to see what’s was going on.
″ I was saying that you need to go to the main lobby and meet Mr. Johnson,″ she re-explains with a look of pain and fear written on her face as if she knows what’s going to happen.
″Okay,” I answer as I stand and head towards the door just about to open it. What she says next stops me in my tracks.
“Good luck,” I look back at her with confusion on my face, but I still open the door and start heading towards the main lobby. What does she mean by “Good luck?” I wonder as I round the corner, I see new people saying their goodbyes. Then, I spot Mr. Johnson wearing his light blue scrubs and white lab coat. I walk over to him and say
“You needed me, Mr. Johnson,″ looking at him with confusion on my face and a little bit of fear.
“Follow me,” he says with a tone that doesn’t leave any room for questions, turns and starts to walk towards double doors that have a sign on them “Employee only”. What does he need from me? I question in my head. He stops abruptly, which causes me to bump into him. Opening the frosted door with a code, we walk through.
“Sally! We got another one, do it right this time, the staff is becoming suspicion and some are asking questions,″ he yells at this poor young girl.
“Yes, sir! I won’t mess up this time,″ she answers as she walks towards me slowly and she snaps her fingers. Suddenly, I’m attacked from all sides by people in suits and masks, dragged to this capsule looking thing with tubes coming out of it and going into this huge machine
″What’s going on, where are you taking me!” I yell as Sally and Mr. Jackson walk up to me and they give me a sickening smile.
“My dear, you are not at a psychological ward-” she starts to explain but I cut her off and say
“No, dip, what are you going to do to me!” I yell again, but then I feel a burning sensation on my left cheek, she hit me, I look at her in disbelief.
“As I was explaining before you rudely interrupted me, you’re parents sold you for money,” she explains without any more interruptions
“My parents would never do that to me, they lo-” I say but I’m cut off by being shoved into the capsule and Sally hits a button that locks me in place with cuffs, shut the door and clear liquid starts to fill it. I scream and fight against the cuffs. Looking around as I panic I see the terrifying things. I see other people, some I need and some I didn’t, with clear liquid surrounding them.
“Help me!” I scream but it was useless to scream at this point the water was up to my shoulders.
“Someone help me!” I scream as my body start to become paralyzed, where the liquid touches me.
“Calm down, it doesn’t hurt..... too much, it will be quick,” I hear someone say but by then I’m fully submerged under. I don’t fight anymore. I become just like them floating in this liquid. Existing but not living, like I’m in a coma. Tears mix in with this it. Then I give up.
“That was how I became a superhuman, twenty years ago,” I say with tears in my eyes and I finish my presentations. Walking down from the start as the audience claps, I greet Mr. Johnson and Sally.
“Good job Chance,″ as he pats my back, that was how I became what I am now, experiment number 458 or a superhuman.
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Inspired B
