Everyone Is Connected

Floating chapter 1

September 23
......Secret umbrella cooperation lab......

         Song playing - iris/ Pastel ghost

That feeling was rising inside me again. It tingled in my fingertips, my heart raced, and my eyelids gently fluttered open. A faint rushing sound filled my ears... and then the simulation began. It was always different, but always equally painful. I knew the pattern, I knew what was coming next, and I remained calm. I just had to hold myself together.

Hold yourself together? No. Tear yourself apart! Rip your skin, let Blackwall take control...

There it was again—the Blackwall. Since I was 17, I couldn't remember anything from before. Just white rooms, straitjackets, and the metal helmet they'd forced on me. Not exactly comfortable.
I knew I was in a lab. I knew it belonged to the Umbrella Corporation, the ones responsible for the Raccoon City disaster. The last thing I clearly remembered was waking up, screaming.

Flashback – 6 Years Ago

I heard a growl. It sounded like something in pain, something human but twisted by possession. I had been in this lab for five months. How I got here?

I had no idea.

They had implanted something in my brain—a bio-chip, or something like that—that whispered dark things into my mind.

For the first month, it was nearly unbearable. It pushed me to the brink, to the point where I tried slitting my wrists with a broken can .
Unfortunately, I survived that—and everything else they did to me.

I was just a shell, without a personality, without memories. I didn't know who I was. I was nothing. I didn't exist...

That night, I hid under my bed, desperate to escape. To find help, to finally get out—or to end it all. Anything had to be better than being in this lab.

I heard a guard rushing out, frantically searching for me. But what I really wondered was: Why the panic? Why the screams?

I crawled slowly and quietly from under the bed, overwhelmed him with his own knife, and warned him,

"Get. Me. Out of here."

I was ready to kill. I really was. That feeling terrified me. Was this me? Was I a monster? Was my life worth more than his?

"Please, don't kill me! I'll help you, I promise. Just let me go," he whimpered, truly afraid of me.

Kill him

It happened before I could stop it. I plunged the knife into his throat.
That feeling overwhelmed me... that voice.

I staggered back, staring at what I had done.

I was out of control.

That thing in my brain—it was a monster, a curse. It need that shit out before it completely takes over.