Chapter 8: I Am Not The Same

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Dr. Bob was laying on a dark grey wooden bed, underneath a wall. He was thinking, thinking about his new self, his forgotten past and all he wanted to know about it. Suddenly, Tamara knocked on the already opened white wooden door, her right hand holding the golden handle. Dr. Bob didn't even stare at her and remained silent while Tamara slowly went closer to the bed, before laying down beside her father and hugging him.

"What do you want now?" Dr. Bob asked blankly before sighing. Tamara didn't answer and tightened her embrace.

"Sorry..." Tamara apologised with sorrow in her voice.

"Sorry? Sorry for what?" Dr. Bob questioned, confused, while Tamara snuggled her face on his back.

"For escaping..." Tamara answered with a soft smile as Dr. Bob remained silent for a while.

"Why did you come back?" he then asked while clenching his fits.

"Because it was too wild for all of us out there..." Tamara answered as Dr. Bob shook his head.

"Idiots, you were free from me and... (He then coughed.) You were free from me," he snapped.

"Dad... We know that there is still some good in you... You just need to find it!" Tamara replied positively as she then put black plastic scientist glasses on Dr. Bob's forehead.

"The others and I made this for you right before we came back..." Tamara explained with a wide smile on her lips. Dr. Bob's eyes opened wide and finally stared at Tamara before pulling her in a really tight hug; she was happy.

"You are too kind..." Dr. Bob said while chuckling and stroking Tamara's hair.

"Listen... what would you wish to become when you turn into an adult?" Dr. Bob asked, now showing more emotions.

"Mmmmh... well I wish to become a psychologist," Tamara answered with the look of someone that is deeply into their thoughts.

"A psychologist, huh? Well, you always have been someone really understanding, even towards me..." Dr. Bob replied while smiling warmly. He then got up from the bed and yawned right after stretching.

"Listen... May I share a secret with you?" Dr. Bob asked while crossing his arms and staring at Tamara which fluttered her eyes in surprise as she hadn't thought about her father becoming suddenly so kind as to share secrets with her.

"S-sure..." she answered while staring at her father, a hint of curiosity merged with fear. Dr. Bob then walked towards his wardrobe and opened it, revealing Rose's nude body hidden inside. Tamara's eyes widened and she started to tremble while stepping back two times.

"Hey, there's no reason to be afraid... (He then grabbed Tamara's hand slowly.) It's not like it seems..." Dr. Bob reassured her with a sincere voice. Tamara decided to trust him and simply kept staring at her mother who had died since long ago in awe.

"Why is she here?" she asked, now staring at her father, who stared back.

"Because it's been a while since I tried to bring her back to life," Dr. Bob answered. Tamara remained silent as she looked away from both her parents.

"And how is it going...?" she then questioned. Dr. Bob smiled at her and looked at Rose.

"It should be done tomorrow, in the morning," Dr. Bob replied as he then closed the wardrobe. Tamara's eyes then watered with tears, which started to stream down her soft skin.

"Mom..." Tamara said while sobbing, and Dr. Bob felt concerned as he hugged her head.

"Come on, don't cry... I have an idea! If you stop crying, I'll free Shadow and Hana out of their syringes," Dr. Bob said while wiping away a tear from Tamara's cheek, who nodded. He then walked towards a brown wooden mobile and opened the first drawer where Shadow and Hana's syringes were. He then broke them, releasing them free from those containers. Shadow simply stared at Hana and hugged her tightly.

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