Requiem of Vengence

Silent Night

They surrounded me again. Their white coats and their surgical masks. They say it is a miracle that I can exist, yet they treat me like an animal. I was strapped to the table. It was unforgivable what they are doing, and they will pay for this. "Project AH-1 has awoken. Vitals are still unstable yet she is awake. Tell me, AH-1, do you feel in pain?" The truth was I couldn't feel at all.I couldn't feel anything. "No, I feel completely alive." I wasn't alive. But I wasn't dead. I had a heartbeat and I could breathe, but I wasn't alive. I was colder than stone to the touch and stiff as if entering stages of rigor mortis. I tried to sit up but the restraints held me down. The doctors were writing different conditions from me actions. I was hungry. I could eat one thousand cows yet it still wouldn't go away. That was the one thing I could feel. That and that alone. All the doctors left with the exception of Doctor Gilligan, my personal favorite. He treated me more like a human than the others. "Amelia, I'm so sorry they put you through this." You could say he was like what people call a "father" to me. He untied the restraints that they placed on me as I was deemed "dangerous" and hugged me as I sat up. I let him. I still don't understand that whole mess. "Dr. Gilligan, please release me. I have spent too much time restrained and I don't want to be restrained again, this time by a flesh thing." He let go of me and sat in front of me on a rolling chair. "It's terrible that they treat you this way, Amelia. I wish they'd treat you like a person instead of an experiment." "But Dr. Gilligan, all I am is an experiment that they call a "Miracle"." It was true. "No no no, sweetie, I've told you before. Your mother was died while she was pregnant with you. She was a human and couldn't support what you are. Your father was no good-." Whenever he told this part he seemed hesitant as if he was lying. "and we don't believe he was human. So your mother was killed. However, when I was doing an autopsy, we found you still alive. She decomposing fast even in the cold yet you were still alive. As if you were sucking life force out of her. But I'm glad you survived." He gave me a warm smile. You don't exactly tell a child that they are the reason their parents fell apart or died now do you? But I guess I'm not a child. I have been living here for almost 10 years. I might be  about 10 years old but I've aged up like an adult. I aged at what they said was 5 times faster than the average human. However, I've stopped aging since I was 5. Not human 5, my five. "I don't think my mother was worthy of life. And I doubt my father is." "Amelia, that's awful to say." "I don't care. Why is the truth awful?" Dr. Gilligan eyed me, staring at my face trying to figure out how I was feeling I bet. Jokes on him, I barely know what emotions are. I don't fit into society. That's because I am a dead girl. "You were the one who said my father is still alive but doesn't want anything to do with me." Dr. Gilligan looked hurt by this comment, as if he wanted to say, "He wants everything to do with you," but he  never dared to open his mouth. Sometimes I questioned if he was my biological father. "I stayed here to ask you some questions, though, Amelia." I sat ready to answer. "How do you feel?" "I feel dead. But breathing." "No, I mean emotionally." I sat there a little confused. "I don't know." "Do you feel emotions?" I repeated my last sentence. Dr. Gilligan stared at me. "How do you feel knowing you turn 10 soon?" I looked him dead in the eye. "I don't care." He was in a bit of shock. "How do you feel knowing your mother will never meet you?" Once again I repeated my sentence. Dr. Gilligan got up and left the room, leaving me in darkness all alone. I got up and searched the room. Nothing but medical equipment. I climbed on top of the "bed" I had. I was able to see a little bit of moonlight poking out of the high window. If only I could leave. I was able to open it enough i put my hands out. I pushed myself up slightly and look out the window and down to the streets. They weren't stupid enough to make a window big enough for someone to slip out, so all I could do was look. In truth I loved the moonlight because I hated the dark. I looked around to identify the camera that was watching me. I stared back at it. Nothing but silence and moonlight was in this room. I looked out the window again to the streets were people drove. The buildings that people lived in. The land where people roamed. I wanted to badly to be with them. I wanted to know what it was like. I wanted to satisfy my cravings. But they'd never let me do that. Not even Dr. Gilligan. Instead I sat in silence with moonlight embracing me. Project AH-1: Project Amelia ______ No. One. I had no idea what the H stood for as no one told me. But at this point, I assume Hell. I finally decided to go to sleep. I lay down on the thing they call a bed and closed my eyes, soon feeling slumbers sweet touch to take me away. I did the same thing everyday. I plan to escape. Dr. Gilligan as my assistant, who doesn't know anything.