013 - This Could Be It

013

I was sitting at the end of the large sliver table. Papa at my side. There are matches at the end of the table. I raise my hand and close my eyes attempting to light them on fire.

The matches lit up brightly and flickered when I moved my hands open and closed. I smile happily that I finally did something important.

Papa congratulated me on lighting the matches but was interrupted by a phone call. He walks over to the wall and picks up the phone.

"Ok. Just bring her to the rainbow room. So she can hang out with the other kids." He says. I wonder if there is a new kid who will be here as an experiment, maybe they would actually want to be my friend.

I stared at the matches I just lit. I wanted to get up, to to walk around the lab. But Papa would give me a serious punishment for doing so. But I wanted to meet the new person who came to the lab.

I was so antsy to meet this new person. My leg was bouncing up and down. The fire was flickering at the other end of the table I was biting my nails.

Papa walked back into the room. "Follow me 013." He says. He leads me up in to the rainbow room door. And first I see, 002, 003, 012, and a girl I didn't know. They were giving her her tattoo so now she would be an official lab experiment.

Papa told me to never say lab experiment because it would be a bad influence on the other kids. Since I am the only one who knows those words. I didn't get a punishment for it. But I got a scolding, I was told not to.

But I couldn't help it after Papa gave me this journal to write in. He told me it would help and I wouldn't hurt others because of my anger. I just sometimes use the word lab experiment. I had to change all the words Dr. Brenner to Papa because if someone reads this he wouldn't want the other experiments to use the same words.

I know that he knows what he is doing is wrong it is technically abuse and kidnapping. And it really isn't helping the kids. We haven't been outside this lab since we were first born. First born as children with our moms and dads that was until we were ripped out of their grasp and taken by Papa.

He hurts us, basically gives us powers. I don't know how he does it but he does. He thinks this is ok. Especially on young children. It hurts me to realize that not only does he but do some of the guardsmen They left their families, and friends just to see this. Just to see us be tortured and to get hurt as we are training.

They think it's amusing to see little children be taken from their families and to be lied to all their life. We haven't done anything besides run tests after tests. I honestly don't understand how some of these kids are ok with this. I definitely am not ok with it. I will never be ok with it. I don't even know if I will ever be able to escape.

The others don't seem to want to. They think this is fun. To be shocked and tested on. To have powers and to compete with each other. To see who is more powerful. I hate it.

Papa doesn't understand that sometimes we need to do other things. We are children, not toys to be played with. I want to be able to see the outside. To just feel the breeze again. To be able to see Paris, to be able to see the beach, the trees, the animals, sky, the sun, and so on. But he never lets us outside. He thinks that if we were taken out we would try to run. I would but when they aren't looking. I would run as fast as I can.

Papa walks into the room. "Good morning everyone." He says and smiles.

"Good morning Papa." We all respond blandly.

"Today, we have a new friend! 11 please step forward." He looks down at 011.

011 takes a step forward, looking at her feet. There was a creepy man standing behind her. He had blonde hair and piercing creepy blue eyes. No one dared to make eye contact with him. He didn't say much of anything. He just watched the children like a normal guardsmen would do.

"Say hi." Papa says.

"Hi 011." They all say plainly.

She stepped back into her place and Papa told everyone to go back to their what they were doing. I started playing with the building blocks again. I see 011 walking over.

"H-Hi. I'm- 011.." She says unsure about her name. Maybe this was our chance to escape. We wouldn't have to be in this hell hole anymore. We didn't have to be tested on. Not anymore.