An 18 year old IT genius, Raaya Ali, held in captivity for over a year as a lab rat. As a secret laboratory tries to figure out why she is how she is, and how to make more like her, she manages to escape but not without baggage.
19-years old, and a...
Where am I? Why can't I move? I lift my head up and look around, I lay on a bed, my hands and legs tied tightly to it. WHERE AM I? "I'm sure you're wondering where you are." I looked back to where the voice came from, to see a woman and a man walking towards me. Both had white lab coats on. The man was writing something in his notebook, and the woman put her tablet down on the end of the bed and looked at me like I was the most interesting thing she'd ever laid eyes on. The woman introduced them both, "I'm Dr. Rebecca Brown and this is Dr. Alex Carpenter.". I tried to say something, but I couldn't make a sound. Obviously she saw I was trying to talk cause she said, "Don't bother trying. You can't talk, just a minor side-effect. But no need to worry, it'll wear off." I started panicking, side effect of what? But I couldn't even move. "That isn't gonna help anything." she said. Soon after, I realized I was just wasting my energy. So I looked around. The room was white, white walls, white floors. It was empty, the only piece of furniture it had was the bed I was strapped to. Depressing much? "This isn't your cell, dearest subject." subject? "We'll have you escorted to your cell soon enough.", oh so Alex speaks. Rebecca Brown walked up to me with a needle and tilted my face, she lowered the needle to my neck. I couldn't move, it was pointless to resist, so I just let her do whatever she was doing. "Till then, nighty night subject 0!". What does she mean 'subject 0'? I started feeling sleepy, probably because of whatever she injected into my neck. What happened to me? Where...am............
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Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
"She's waking up.", "I can see that, Gauri.", "She's stable, page Dr. Urmila.", "She isn't on call." "Page Sunita then, she's Dr. Urmila's star resident", "Sunita is on her way."
Where was I? I tried to lift my hand but it hurt and felt heavy. I lifted it anyway, I needed to know I wasn't tied up. Someone gently held my hand and put it down on the bed, "Don't move too much sweetheart, it's gonna hurt until you're fully healed.", I tried to talk. I hadn't uttered a single word in so long. Did I even remember how to talk? Nothing came out. "Can you talk sweetie?". I shook my head, no. I wasn't even sure they saw I shook my head, I did it so slow and it hurt to move. "Oh well that's okay, don't worry. It'll all be fine. Can you understand what I'm saying?". I nod, yes. "That's great. So I'm gonna tell you a bit about your condition and I need you to answer a few small questions. I'm sorry but I wouldn't be asking if it wasn't absolutely necessary, okay?", another nod. "A few people brought you here eight days ago, you were bleeding a lot and had lost a lot of blood. Do you remember any of that?", nod. I did remember falling onto a guy. Then I remember shouting, and then we were...flying? No that can't be right, whatever it was, I saw the guy carrying me away from them. After that, I passed out again. And woke up just now. "That's great, well done." Why was this woman talking to me like I was some retarded idiot who couldn't understand and answer simple questions, "After that, we took you into surgery and fixed you up. You aren't healed yet but it'll happen, just give it time.". I was looking around the room filled with nurses, "You're in a hospital sweetie, it's okay, it's safe. Now let's move on to the important bits okay?" Yes please. "Are you 18?" I wasn't, last I checked, which was when I was taken, I was 16, almost 17 and I might be. I didn't know if it had been 3 years or 5 years, or just one since the abduction. But I was in a hospital, I had undergone surgery, and I was beaten up pretty badly for just....... How many surgeries had I been in? I didn't know. But I might need more. If I tell them I'm not 18 they're gonna dig into my family to get a guardian's consent for the surgeries. So I lied, nodding, I let her know that I was 18. "Oh well that's good. Do you have any family you would like to be here with you?" Yes, I wanted my parents, and my sisters. If only. I shook my head, "You don't? Are you sure?", nod. "Okay, well since you're 18 we'd like your consent for a surgery. Firstly,you've had quite a lot of surgeries this week. And I don't know what happened to your face, but it's obviously not good. We want your willingness for your facial reconstruction surgery." YES, YES, YES, YES. I want my face back, please. I want them all to look at my face, and recognise me and tremble as I give them worse than what they deserve for what they did to my family. I don't care about getting revenge for me, I'm willing to let God take care of that, but my family. They will pay for my family. I nodded, once, twice, thrice, letting her know I am so onboard. Chuckling, like she sensed my enthusiasm, she said, "That's awesome. The surgery will be held tomorrow morning, and the chief of the surgical department will perform it, so you have nothing to worry about. But you have today to think about if you want it. It's not necessarily but we thought we should present you with the option. Till then, just rest up sweetheart. And if you need anything, press the blue button right here," she pointed next to my hand, "and I'll come running okay?", another nod. The nurses left, concern still lining their faces, like they weren't completely honest with me about my condition. But what could they know about what I went through and what had happened that I don't already.
