Chapter 1
As far as I’m concerned, I don’t think I’ll do what ordinary people with ordinary lives do. I’m not a superhero for what I did, but not exactly a villain either.
I have had no identity, for everybody here calls me Subject 88.
I don’t think it’s a coincidence that I’m the only one here that has a disease called Chorea, or that I have unusually long fingers, or even the fact that out of everybody in this institute, only I have a grand piano in my apartment space.
On my first day here at the I.M.I.N (Institute for the mental in need)-I know, weird name, as I am 100% sane-I was gifted a pianoforte by my tutor/doctor, a tall, dark toned, Frizzy haired young woman called Dr. Hessa. In truth, she’s the only person in this whole institute who actually understands me. She knows exactly what I need to cheer me up, when my disease gets the best of me.
Once, when I was 9, my whole body started shaking in my sleep as if an earthquake had infused itself within me. I barely remember what I was dreaming about, probably about how the world looked outside of these 4 white washed walls I have to stare at day and night, or many I was thinking of how the sun looked in those beautiful summer evenings, with the birds chirping in the distance.
I’m sure I was making a hell load of noise, for after barely seconds, the door to my apartment was opened with a loud crash, and I couldn’t register what happened after, as I was slipping in and out of consciences.
I only remember some parts of that night. The night it all changed.
