In the beginning

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Cas lay there in her cot, looking up at the same concrete roof she'd seen everyday of her life. This room is the only place she'd ever known. It contained a body length mirror, a tote with all the things the base had given her, her cot and some plates the uniformed men hadn't come to collect. She always counted the days until the men came back, because sometimes, they would speak to her, and thats all she could want after about a week of being isolated by the thick grey walls and impenetrable glass they put up.

She made it a daily routine to observe the people on the other side of the glass, because these men didnt look like the ones who came in. They wore long white coats, heavy black shoes and held thin boards. Every now and then they would jot somthing down then resume watching her. She caught on to the fact that they were studying her, like an animal, and she didnt particularly like it. After a while she started doing the same to them.  Eventually, they got sick of her just sitting there, so they started putting things in her cell, to see how she would react. They started small by giving her things like bouncy balls and jump ropes. Using her for research. She never understood these men or why they wanted to study her. She soon got sick of the toys and items they would put in and resorted  to staring back at them once again.

But when she wasnt waiting for the men, or watching them, she would just lay there on her cot. Imagining, dreaming, thinking about what it would be like to be on the outside of the walls. She imagined things like sitting at a dinner table with other people, instead of eating on the floor alone, and having dresses like the ones the women would wear in the books they gave her.  She wanted to be 'Normal'. That was a term one of the men had used when they spoke to her. They said that she wasnt 'Normal', and thats why she couldnt leave her cell. Her heart sunk everytime she thought about that day, even though she didnt completely understand the word, it struck her like a bullet. She couldnt wrap it around her brain. What made her so different from all the 'Normal' people?

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