Beyond the Borders

Forgotten Memories

I was sitting in the bathroom, trying to calm myself down. My breathing was fast and my whole body was shaking.

Suddenly, I heard a voice, a male voice, behind the door. "K. I. N. 143... open the door please."
My blood ran cold. I started panicking. Did they call the lab? My fear transferred into anger with that thought of them calling the lab.

"No! I'm not going back to that place!" I yelled. "I'm not gonna repeat myself." The man declared. "You're gonna hurt me." My eyes got filled with tears. It kinda sounded like Dr. Marcus, except the fact he was using my project name instead of the name I chose. "I'm not gonna hurt you, Kin." His voice was so calm. I stood up and slowly opened the door.

My gaze met the eyes of the man. It was Waylen.

I was so confused. How does he know my project number?

I just stood there, looking at him like he fell from the space. "How do you know my project number?" I asked. He squatted down to face me. "Because I gave you the number." He said.

I folded my ears and shook my head. "No... Dr. Harlow made me, she gave me that phone number." I didn't understand this. How could Waylen be my creator? What are the chances of me ending up in a house of my potential creator?

Waylen shook his head. "No Kin, I created you."

I felt betrayed. This whole time I thought Dr. Harlow was my creator. She even claimed so.

"But I gave up on you." He admitted. Tears started rolling down my face. "Why?"

"Because you're broken."

Broken.

My heart shattered.

How broken? From what I know I'm perfectly fine. I'm healthy, sane, I can speak, walk, think. How can I be broken?

"How? I'm healthy." My voice broke as I spoke. Waylen sighted. "This isn't about health Kinsley. Well maybe it is, but only according to what you were made for."

"What does that even mean?" I cried.

This can't be true.

This doesn't make any sense

"You're self-destructive, you have feelings and your own mind. You were hard to control, that wasn't what we were going for." Waylen replied. "We tried to fix you, but nothing helped anyway. You were too self aware."

I felt sick to my stomach, weak physically and mentally.

I put all the pieces together.

It all made sense.

The tests weren't for using my ability, they were for fixing me.

To make me act more like a puppet, an animal.

What was I made for then?

"The only thing we fixed was your flashbacks because of severe trauma you went through. But it wasn't enough." Waylen said, looking into my eyes. What trauma? I don't remember anything severe happening to me. If we take aside the beating and sense torture.

"How fixed?" I asked, my ears lowering. Waylen shook his head. "There's a reason for you you don't remember, and I'd like to keep it that way." He replied.

There was silence between us for couple of minutes. Waylen was patient, it seemed like he was giving me time to gather my thoughts.

"Was I the reason you left?" I asked with a bit shaky voice after a while. Waylen shook his head once again. "I gave up on the project, as I knew you wouldn't get fixed, but I didn't leave because of you. I left because of Harlow. She was threatening me, forcing me to keep working on your project. But I refused, she started involving my family, which led me to leave the lab as I didn't want my family to be put in danger, and to find out what we're doing in the lab."