The Experiment

~01~

"No. No. NO! NO, NO, NO, NO!!! Why? Why did I do that? NO! OMG! NO! No. Please. NO! Wake up! Please! Wake up." 

"For fucks sake." - I said to myself - "Not again. Not again with this bullshit."

Every morning starts the same. I wake up completly sweaty. Literally the sweat just rolls down my face. I wake up with my heart beating so hard, that sometimes, I feel like it wants to jump out of my chest. 

"These nightmares are killing me." - I whispered to myself. "But to be honest... I don't deserve anything better anyways."

~door bell~

"Yes?" - I asked while putting on the T-Shirt. 

"Are you Mr. Cromwell?" - the man in the suit asked.

"Depends. Who's asking?" - I answered while trying to remember why he looks so familiar.

"Doesnt't matter who's asking. You have to come with me." - he answered with slightly iritated voice.

"Yeah, that ain't going to work. - I slammed door to his face - "Bye!" What does he think. Showing unannounced to my door and saying I have to go with him. Yeah... No.

The man left. I must admit I felt kinda scared. He himself wasn't scary but something about him... I don't know... "I'm probably just overreacting." - I said to myself.

~door bell again~

"Who's now?" - I told to myself while I walked to the door irritated.

"WHAT?" - I screamed while answering the door.

No one's there. I was just about to close the door when I remembered that I left the back door unlocked. Weird feeling in my chest started getting stronger.

"FUCK!" - I yelled while running to the other end of the house.

"It's to late. They are already in." - I thought to myself. I just knew it was something familiar but couldn't remember what.

"Who are you? And what the fuck do you want?" - I screamed.

As I was screaming and running to the kitchen to get the knife, someone knocks me in the head. I fell unconscious. Everything just went black.

I woke up in the empty room tied to the chair. I knew exactly where I was. Because three years ago, I sat in this same room. Just 99% stupider than I am today.

***

"You're Mr. Osiris Cromwell? Am I right?" - Some guy asked while he was sitting down in his chair.

"Yes, that's me." - I answered.

"I must say...you do have some gut to volunteer on such a thing." - he said to me calmly.

"I have nothing to lose... and I don't care what will happen. Just give it to me and let's get over with this." 

"You know I can't just give it to you. As far as I know, you can be just some junkie looking for a shot." 

"What do I have to do?" - I asked calmly but irritated at the same time.

"Psychological evaluation, blood and urine results and your family's medical history. After that, we will talk again." - He answered. - "But before that, I need you to sign these papers."

"What am I signing?" - I asked confused. I wasn't signing any shit that would get back to me some time later.

"Just some papers that allows us to collect your personal data and that allows us to take and inspect your blood and urine." - He answered as he watched me sign.

I zoned out as I remembered the moment I signed my life away. I never tought that a place you haven't seen in a while could bring out so much burried memories.

***

"Come on let's go." - A guard said with his deep voice.

"Where are we going?" - I asked confused.

"You need to be evaluated. And they need to take you blood." - He answered with his stiff voice.

I remember walking down those hallways like it was yesterday. Every few steps you walk past a laboratory where doctors in long white coats talk to people or take their blood. Long bright hallways without windows or anything that would make the atmosphere a little bit less depressing. I couldn't image working there. I would go nuts. 

In that moment I actually had respect for those doctors and scientists. Oh God, I wished I never stepped into that building. 

***

"Hi, my name is Dr. Samuels. I will be taking your blood today. Could you please take off your jacket and put your arm on the stand? - She asked while pointing on a metal stand with her finger.

I took off my jacket and did what she asked me. She took eight samples of my blood. I felt really dizzy and nauseous.

"Okay, so now... could you please take this cup and go to the bathroom to give me a urine sample? The bathroom is just down the hall on the left." - She said and smiled.

I smiled back and went. As I was coming back I had some weird feeling in my stomach. I wanted to come inside the room where the doctor was waiting but someone else was already in there. I stood by the door and listened what they were talking about.

"What do you think? Is he going to fulfill the orders? - Some guy asked the doctor.

"Yes, I think we found him. His blood results are great. He's in the bathroom right now so I hope his urine results will also be good." - She answered.

"That's great. That means our work here is done." - The guy added.

"Go before he sees you. He's going to come back any second now." - She said quietly.

I ran back to the bathroom so that this man doesn't see me. When the path was clear I came back to the doctor. She smiled and said: "Let's hope that your urine results are as good as your blood results."

After she checked the urine she said that everything was fine and that I can get to the next step. The psychological evaluation. When I asked how is that done they said that the psychologist will just ask me few questions and that's it.

 I should have known better.