The Experiment

Chapter 1

Everyone has a story...a story that defines them, a story that tells who they are, and a story that made them who they are today.

BREAKING NEWS! YOUNG GIRL BECOMES AN EXPERIMENT FOR SCIENTIST!

Yup that's me the girl who is now an experiment. I didn't sign up for this job. I mean who would? Who would want to be strapped in a chair and have needles stuck into your skin? Yeah so not my choice but it was my parent's choice. As soon as I showed something that made me different from any other human being they sent me here to this place. Of course no one ever knew I was here until one day someone escaped out of this facility and saw that I was strapped to this horrifying chair. I couldn't see who it was but all I could hear was running foot steps, a thunder storm, and shouting.

I have been in this facility for 15 years now and no one has come to see me or check up on me. It's kinda strange how my parents said that I was going to a place where they can help me and that they would come back to get me once I was all better. I have learned over the 15 years I have been here that no one is coming; no one is going to send me a letter to know how I'm doing or to see if I'm still alive. It seems like no one even cares that I exist. But you know what I don't even care anymore; I don't even care what they do to me in this place. I have been through so much pain throughout my life that I have become numb to the needles going through my spine, my skull, legs, arms, and hands. You're probably saying wow this girl is a freaky and is going through hell but you know what everyone has a story to tell. Everyone has a story to tell that defines who they are and how they have become the person that they are today. My story is a little different from everyone else, but my life really didn't start until he escaped and saw me suffering.

I looked like a normal little girl with black hair and blue eyes. I was 2 when I showed that I really wasn't human. I was playing with my blocks at the time and somehow they started moving without me touching them. No one was around, so I thought about the blue block, and a blue block started to float in mid air. I remember looking at it and then picturing the block dropping next to the green block right in front of me. Guess what, the block did as what I pictured it to do. What I didn't know that I wasn't alone, my parent's saw what I did and freaked out that I moved something without even touching it. They called the loony bin and talked about my "condition" and they said to bring me in right away. I remember my first time walking through those doors. It was horrifying. I saw people in square glass boxes just big enough to fit a bed and a bathroom in. I saw people standing up but have their bed floating randomly in the air, I just saw crazy people. Every single one of those people was looking at me like I was some kind of new meat for them to try and pick at. It turned out that they saw me as the new meat for the people who wanted to poke needles in me, to see inside of me, and to see how I worked.

Each day they would get me up and say "It's a new day and a new dawn time to see what you're made of." That's how I kept track of how many day I was in there for. I never forget things. Anyways they would give me this shot thing in the back of the neck that would make me unaware of things around me so I couldn't memorize where to go if I ever got out of my square glass box. It's also how they got me strapped into the nightmare of a chair. As soon as they had the metal straps around my wrist and ankles they would have a metal helmet looking thing with wires coming out the top of it that connected to needles, of course you could have guessed that belonged on my head and they would have individual needles that would go into the tips of all 10 of my fingers, on my legs, in my arms, and there would be needles built into the back of the chair that would go all through my spine and up to my skull where the helmet would be with a ton of needles in it. Once I was all set up they would hit a few buttons (of course I couldn't see which buttons since I was strapped into the chair) and all the needles would dig into me, dig into my bones to see how I worked. The fist few years I remember how the pain felt and I would scream as loud as I could, hoping that someone would hear me and come save me; no one came to my rescue. So years past and now I don't feel the shock of the needles jabbing into me. I would still shake because of the liquid stuff going into me. The liquid was a silver color and it burned going into my body. I really don't know what the liquid was supposed to do to me. It never made me tired or anything. It never brought out my powers either.

"CLOSE THE DOORS! HE IS ESCAPING!" After the guard said that I thought I heard a thunderstorm outside of the room I was in. I heard thunder, rain falling, and I saw flashes of light.

"He is not getting away this time!" BANG!! I tried lifting my head up but I couldn't. The helmet kept me from lifting my head up and so did the rest of the needles. I tried getting back up again and force my arms out of the straps, but I was too weak. I kept trying and trying. Soon I blacked out, but before I closed my eyes I saw the door open and a female voice.

"Holy shit what have they done to her?" and then I was out.