The Abyss

Experiment 564, Subject 907

I sat on the floor of a cold, white, empty room. The room was dirty but clean at the same time. The room was only dirty because I was in it. I'm not physically dirty but I feel like I am. I don't know why though. Could it be that I just feel wrong in the skin I was born in or-? My thoughts are cut short when the rusty hinges on the door creek open, hopefully releasing me from this hell. My eyes flicker open as I see not my savior but the doctors in white coats with respirators acting like I'm a highly contagious deadly disease.
The first doctor speaks, "Subject 907 please come with us."
I look at them with dead eyes and an expression that no one could read. I stand up and follow them as they walk out of the room. I sit down in an old chair with doctor that had spoken before across from me. They asked me questions. When I got them right they yelled at me like I was wrong, but when I got a answer wrong they still yelled at me. After about 6 hours, the only thought that came to mind was how many questions were left. Eventually I just stopped answering. Once I did they took me into a different room one I hadn't been in yet it looked like an operating room. A doctor straps me down to a table as the other brings out an array of surgical equipment. I'm not usually scared, but just the thought of being operated on makes my stomach churn. I struggle a little, but the second one makes the leather straps tighter, pushing them against 'my skin' tighter forcing me to be more uncomfortable. The first doctor leans over me, pulls out one of the knives and says something to the other doctor that is inaudible to my ears. It sounds something like "experiment 564 on subject 907 is ready". Then they point the knife directly in between my eye brows but move up a bit and starts making an incision in my head. I feel no pain, but yet I'm crying. It's strange for sure it should hurt, and why am I crying. Is it the pure fear or something else, my body responding to something that I can't feel. My head starts spinning as I reopen eye to see a woman screaming. I sit up and look around at my surroundings was it all a dream? The woman hugs me then I recognize her, my mother. I'm in my room. Then I remember this isn't real either. My mother died in a car crash a year ago. I still hug her back not caring that she is a figment of my imagination but then she says "the car accident wasn't your fault" as she pushes me back into a deep dark black abyss it's like water but I'm breathing.

Just a disclaimer I only used "I" in this story because I didn't know what else to use because the other option sounded wrong.