The Urge to Reveal

Discovery Requires Experimentation

"Are you still six," the therapist asked
"No," I responded, "I am twelve. I've been in the room for six years, nothing to eat or drink, so I don't know how I'm alive, but no. I am only twelve." The therapist looked at me like I was dead. I could tell that if I told her that was the end, and all I remember, she would bolt right out the door.
"Ok, continue," she murmured
"The man, he pinned me to the table and strapped my arms and legs in. My head was the only thing free. He pushed my forehead against the table and pulled a leather strap over my mouth. My nose wasn't covered, so I could still hum load enough for someone to hear, hopefully.
"'Alright,' he said, 'no need to scream now. Nobody but me is in this building, well nobody that wants to save you is in this building. Did you know I volunteered for this job?' he went on," my flashback continued.
The bed I lay on was titanium, which meant that it was like a frying pan to me. I could hear my skin start to sizzle and I screamed through my mask at the pain. The man chuckled.
"Are you having fun dear?" he asked. I couldn't say no so I just glared at him and he laughed again.
"I think the translation of that is 'damn strait darlin','" he laughed at his joke.
"Ok hon, if you really wish, I'll continue." So he did.
He took a knife from his belt and laid it on my stomach. It wasn't touching my skin, so I wasn't worried.
He tore the ends of my shirt off so only my stomach was showing. He took the knife again and smiling at me, before making a precise cut through my abdomen. I tried to scream but that wasn't enough to cover the pain. It was white hot and when he lifted the knife, my stomach danced with invisible flames. Within that very second I realized what he was doing.
"You just wont give in will you?" he told me. He lifted his dagger that covered his stomach. I saw a long scar, just like the one I was going to have.
"As soon as you do this will all be over," he whispered and lifted my mask to hear what I had to say to him.
"I hope on your way downstairs you end up in the darkest part of hell and when you realize your doomed-"
"I wouldn't count on that sweetie," he said.
"And why's that?" I hissed between my teeth.
"Hahaha! I am in the deepest and darkest part of hell. I just gave into my power long before you."
I panicked. Giving in would change me, I wanted to be good and go to my family, I had to prove that I could tame myself.
"Well, are you going to help us or not hon?"
"And turn out to be like you?" i hissed again.
His smile faded. "I am not a bad person," he said.
He seemed to realize what he was doing and he looked at my stomach with horror filled eyes. He released the cuffs and walked out of the room shutting the door behind him.
I picked my ripped bottom part of my shirt and wrapped it around the wound. I thought I would bleed out and that would be it.