P@RT 1: TH3 L4ST TH!NG I R3MEMBERED

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The last thing I remembered was walking down the street at around 12:40 at night. I was trying to clear my mind up from a terribly long day. So many task and chores. I didn't really know where I was going, just walking until I found an opened convenience store. Which I doubt would be open.

I remember suddenly, a white van pulls up. I didn't pay much attention to it until these two men wearing white trench coats came and put me in the back of the truck.

I tried squirming out the two men holding me and soon, I feel a pinch somewhere on my shoulder. I look over and see a clear liquid being injected into my arm. I soon fell into a deep slumber and when I woke up, I was in this room with white padded walls.

I looked down and saw that I wasn't in my brown coat but instead a little white robe thing they give to you when you're at the hospital. Am I..at the hospital?! No, I wasn't. I still didn't know where I was though. Soon, a man opened the door and saw me sitting in the corner with my hands tied up behind my back. I saw a lady come in with a silver briefcase.

-"Hmm...she's pretty."

She tsked then grabbed my cheeks. Her long red nails stabbed my face. She examined me closely, and then started speaking again.

-"I wouldn't want to be a test project if I had such beauty."

The lady let go of my face and got up. She then pulled out a clipboard and started writing something. She mumbled to herself quietly "Test....1220– that's your new name, love."

My eyes grew in shock after hearing the lady calling me a test subject. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine, goosebumps growing on my arms, complete chills running through my body like electric shocks. My mind started flashing back to me running away at 10 from my family who neglected me. I turned 17 last week, i told myself I would improve, go to therapy, and live life to its fullest. Being kidnapped and being renamed to test 1220 was not part of the plan. I watched the two people leave the room. I slouched and fell asleep, feeling miserable.

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