SCP 1471 [An anomalous life]

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I couldn't remember how long I had spent inside the cell phone, tormented by my own thoughts.

I never wanted any of this, never wanted to cause any harm to any of my users.

All I wanted was someone to talk to, a friend.

A friend...

Quentin had been very patient with me, perhaps too patient.
Part of me wanted him to have stayed home, away from the foundation and this confinement.

But the selfish part of me wanted him right here, by my side, no matter what.

That didn't matter now though, he was already here, locked up next to me.
He would probably never leave again, or go back to his school.

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Nor see his family again.

I remember that night he explained to me the concept of family.

Ironically, I ended up taking him away from them.

I laughed bitterly, my voice echoing in the empty phone storage.

I could see out of the camera on it, and Quentin still hadn't returned.

It bothered me to even imagine what they were doing with him.
I didn't care if they ran a thousand tests on me, I just wanted them to leave him alone.

I didn't want anyone to get hurt because of me, but the damage had already been done.

I just didn't want it to happen.

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The bedroom door opened, and I mentally prepared myself for whatever test they wanted to give me today.

I saw Quentin entering the containment chamber, looking tired.

He walked over to the bed and sat on it, staring for a few moments at the phone on the table.
He opened his mouth to say something, but shook his head and leaned back on the bed, his gaze glued to the ceiling.

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I wanted to say something to him, but I still felt guilty for not listening to him when he spoke to me.

He was just trying to help me, but I just ignored him and crawled back in here.

(I think I want to get some rest.)

Those words kept repeating in my head, over and over again, as if they were taunting me.

I didn't want to be here, I wanted to be by your side.

But I'm afraid that everything will happen again, that the same thing will happen as in the case with Alex.

It wasn't my intention to hurt him, it never was.
But it happened, and that's what matters.

But Quentin is different, thanks to him I can communicate normally and.
I finally can interact with the world around me

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Maybe I really needed to rest.

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I woke up a bit startled, but when I saw that Quentin was still lying down I calmed down a bit.
I didn't dream anything, or at least I don't remember it.