Manipulated Abused Discarded

Chapter 1

~ Chapter 1~

For the first time in my life I feel... alone.

Left.

Disregarded.

Abandoned.

I felt as if I had lost absolutely everything.

The tears wouldn't stop rolling down my face. I clutched the paper tightly and covered my mouth with my hand to try and drown out my sobs. It didn't work and surely everyone outside the door could hear me.

"Come on!! Open this door, you can't stay in there forever!!" My classmate yelled from outside the door. I ignored them as I slid down the wall into a crouched position. My helmet laid next to where I was sitting and Koda was laying next to it. He had a worried expression on and I gently rubbed his head with the back of my finger to assure him I would eventually be alright.

I rested my head against the wall behind me and closed my eyes. I could feel the tears coming down, but chose to ignore them.

I didn't want to be alive at this moment. Maybe then all my pain would finally just go away. Maybe it would finally just disappear so I wouldn't have to constantly be reminded of everything.

I don't want to live right now... but I'm too scared to die.

It's not that I wanted to die, cause I'm still scared of dying... but anything would be better than feeling the way I do right now.

At this point I didn't think anything could help me, save me, make me happy... nothing. This was definitely where I had hit my lowest, and of all places it had to be where it all started.

I felt as if I had lost. I lost my father figure. I lost my mother. I lost one of my greatest friends. I lost Clarice. And I'm starting to think I'm losing myself.

Okay OKAYYY. We get it now, I'm sad, depressed, whatever you shall call it. You obviously don't understand anything I'm saying and you clearly don't understand who any of these people are. It might make a bit more sense if we start from the beginning of this✨dramatic✨ story.

I'm kidding about the dramatic part... or am I •-•

Besides the point... let's start from the VERY beginning.

-17 years ago-

I cried as I was pulled out of the womb. I was wet and slimy and absolutely disgusting. Trust me I've had better days—

Okay...

Not that far dimwit. *rolls eyes* I meant the beginning of the story not the— whatever... I'll do it myself.

-10 years ago-

My eyes slowly opened, revealing a white plastered room. As my eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room I started to make out different objects such as a brown wood table in front of me and a small window on the right side of the room. There was a metal door with a little slit and some bars as a window.

I tried moving my body, but felt numb. I thought nothing of it and continued to look around. My eye vision was hazy and some things I couldn't make out, others I could. I looked down to know I was in a very uncomfortable metal chair and my hands were behind me. I saw ropes around my wrists that were keeping me on the chair.

I tried to remember what had happened, or even how I got here but nothing came to mind. It was blank, and black... like I had no memories of any sort. I swear I had memories. It's as if I remember making them, I just don't remember the actual memories. I vaguely remember the smell of food and people talking. I couldn't remember faces or looks, just the sound of voices. It was loud, like a lot of people were at a party, or the television was playing.

I didn't want to get a headache so I told myself I would come back to the thought later. I just needed a way of figuring out where I am, how I got here, and why I'm here.

I felt tired, exhausted even. It's like I had worked myself to the brim. I obviously don't remember anything, but I know I did something, or someone did something to work myself to the point where I'm hurting everywhere.

For a while I sat there wondering what to do, for a while I tried to get the ropes off my hands and I immediately gave up because it hurt to move. I even tried to make my way to the door, but gave up on that too. I just sat there waiting for something to happen, anything, like for ANYTHING to happen.

My eyes had finally adjusted to the room after what felt like forever so I could see everything that was in the room now. I noticed a mirror in front of me. It was shiny and looked recently cleaned. I could see myself sitting there. I had brown wavy hair that looked nicely cut right below my shoulders and some peculiar eyes. They were both a different color. As I looked at myself, I had a light blue eye on the right and a brown on the other. It looked like I had a few bruises and I was only wearing a white shirt and some white pants.

In the reflection of the mirror I noticed a clock hanging behind me. I turned my head to see if I could tell the time. It read...

6:57

I turned my head back around, "What a random time to look at" I thought to myself.

I figured I would be sitting here for a while so I decided to stare at the ceiling. Boring I know, but what do you expect... there is literally nothing to do. I'm stuck in a chair, can't move and I can't remember anything.

I can't believe this is going to be my first memory. I deadpanned as I looked around the room for anything that could help me remember anything.

"Does anybody even know I'm here? Does anybody live here" Like what the heck..." I thought to myself.

As soon as I thought those words the door made a clicking sound signaling my head in that direction. I watched as the door pushed open and a tall man with curly back hair that was going everywhere.

"Speak of the devil" I chose to stay quiet, but I surely had my thoughts.

He was thin but you could tell he packed muscle. He wasn't super buff to the point he had massive muscles but you could definitely tell they were there. He had beige, almost golden eyes that were fairly pretty for a man. He was wearing some round glasses and held some things in front of him. He had on a black shirt and what seemed to be a lab coat on top. He wore some black pants and was wearing some decent shoes.

He sat down across from me at the wooden table. He laid a clipboard down and a laptop. I had been staring at him the whole time, not knowing I was actually glaring. He just smiled at me and spoke.

"Good morning Noa Azail, shall we start this new beginning?"

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